His Mother
...imagined in a poem.
His mom died on Friday, and of course there were tears. He posted her picture on Facebook along with a link to her obituary. Many offered their condolences in the comments section. I left mine in line with the others, adding an emoji dove and a beating heart. He replied to me, My mom remembered poetry from her childhood. I never met his mom, but I can imagine her in a poem. She’s alive en el desierto, at home near la frontera, in una mezcla de culturas, connected to este mundo by una historia beyond my limited comprensión. May she rest in peace, so her son may also rest in peace.
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