Legacy
Gathered in grief
Kneading teardrops into tortillas
Voices rise and fall
Coming in waves
Washing away pain
Like footprints in sand
Only to reappear again
faithfully
Together
We hold one another up
One with the blender
One with the broiler
One flipping tortillas over the comal
Listening without speaking
Hearing the lost heartbeats
of familiar faces frozen in time
watching from the walls
Legacy
Isn’t clothes, jewelry, knick nacks, brick-a-brack, not land, cars, money,
Legacy
Is memory, precious moments pressed into palms like fragile flower petals
Gathered in grief
Kneading teardrops into tortillas
We eat, we laugh, we weep, we remember
Love lingers in the air, immersed in every flavor
Together
Holding each other up
One with a joke
One with a story
One with a song
One with a recipe
The waves of pain crash upon us
And we brace them with love, endlessly
© Milan Lopes
Kneading teardrops into tortillas
Voices rise and fall
Coming in waves
Washing away pain
Like footprints in sand
Only to reappear again
faithfully
Together
We hold one another up
One with the blender
One with the broiler
One flipping tortillas over the comal
Listening without speaking
Hearing the lost heartbeats
of familiar faces frozen in time
watching from the walls
Legacy
Isn’t clothes, jewelry, knick nacks, brick-a-brack, not land, cars, money,
Legacy
Is memory, precious moments pressed into palms like fragile flower petals
Gathered in grief
Kneading teardrops into tortillas
We eat, we laugh, we weep, we remember
Love lingers in the air, immersed in every flavor
Together
Holding each other up
One with a joke
One with a story
One with a song
One with a recipe
The waves of pain crash upon us
And we brace them with love, endlessly
© Milan Lopes