Sin Fronteras Spring 2017 Sin Fronteras Spring 2017 | Page 70

Who used to feed them on the docks when he was younger.,
When he was a fisherman,
When his back didn’t hurt,
And he was married to a woman
Who radiated brightness
Whenever the sea was behind her,
With a laugh that sounded like waves hitting rocks.
Now she is gone,
As he will be soon.
The old man’s absence won’t be felt,
When he disappears three years later,
Because nobody’s heart ever has enough space
For people who aren’t family.
But he’ll be remembered by the young
On days when church bells ring announcing midday mass.
Windy days when seagulls flap their strong wings,
And the ocean’s dark waves furiously attack the cliffside.
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By Lissy Smiths
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