Into the Forest and all the Way Through

by Cynthia Pelayo

Your sister and children Still remember. Your niece posts Your face online and tells strangers That she still prays

All we have is an Empty hole in the Space where she Should occupy

What happened on the day your sister dropped you off? Was your Kindness smothered in cruelty? Your daughter calls you every day, Very well knowing the ringing will go unanswered

The memory of a wife who worked when all of us were Sleeping, and who disintegrated into the glorious golden

Morning rays when all of our eyes opened