Falling Lilacs on Lacey Street

By: Abby Juarez

The vivid memories of my childhood stocked up on my sleeve like a bracelet your best friend gave you to resemble your everlasting friendship 

Papá swept away the lilacs in the window shield 

The constant hangouts with navy blue máneles filling the table with crumbs and laughter 

Returning from her origin country, Abuelita sends out dulces de Mexico and some recollecting of our ancestry 

Dulcet melodies coming from Abuelita 

And when the earthquake shock, Abuelita kept me safe in her arms 

To a place of security and setting I called home