Gone-Esteban Vaquera

his hair turning grey and his light colored eyes stared blankly at mine

my abuelito his soft but

strong hands shows strength

he tell me sigaadelante

these words the words

that

empower me

word for word

his lips pronouncing every vowel

lightly

someone you just hate his cricked walk

shows me that

he worked hard

his smile

shows me that he has

no hate

in himself

his helpful ways of picking others

up there is just no one like him

-Esteban Vaquera