Its been a while, like three years since you wen out of this world to the unknown,
I’m not sure what that must be like, allways think about you as some unreachable being,
you live most plagues from the beginnig of twnty century, and you get to the beginning of twenty one,
I don’t know what to tell you, solo sabías español y eso es lo que importaba, but you knew how to ask how was I,
“¿Cómo estás, santa m’ija?” you told me many times.
I have asked mom, your daughter who still misses you out, what would have you do at this pandemic state, she told me that you would tell us to survive, and just enjoy each day like the last one, I’m still taking that advice.
Lockdown is a thing here, but at least you can tell me to wash my chones para que no esté toda chamagosa.
We’re okay now, just let you know we could not go out, there’s still an emergency, but we keep it up with a smile.
Loves and highs ’til the unknown, miss you a lot
Hermoso este poema
Hablar de ancianas es venerar si existencia con nosotras💐💐
Ah! Y que padre que la página te dá el traductor 👍🏻
Gracias 🥰
Y es que como la participación es en inglés pues debo de apegarme a ello en lo que pueda. El segundo reto fue hacer una epístola o carta, y pues aquí está.
Muchas gracias 🤗