Day 27 – Abuelo y Abuela

Day 27 – Abuelo y Abuela

I am asked to remember.

But the only thing that comes to mind,
Is you.

You came here from Cuba,
With one suitcase to your name,
On a marriage visa,
And a passport you went to hell, and back,
To get.

You too,
Fought insurmountable odds,
To make a better life,
For my mother, for me.

I am Cuban, Hispanic, second generation American,
A Jewish Latina,
Loud and proud and the best things,
You taught me,
Spanish and Yiddish and English,

It is for your wisdom, and your foresight,
That I am here, and I am healthy, and happy.
It is for your perseverance, and your struggle,
That I am a college sophomore with a future not you nor I could have ever dreamed of.

You taught me that one is not a survivor,
One is a fighter.
One must never stop learning,
For the path to the future,
Lies in the lessons we take from our families, from the past.

We recite psalms and we remember,
And I,
I remember, and I try my best to honor,


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