My cousin and I with my Grandma Edith.
I Love You
2015 | 8 years old
A poem in remembrance of Edith Fister, Marcus Fister, Alexander Taneo, and Lilia Taneo. I had lost my Grandma Edith and my Uncle Marcus in that recent year, and navigated my grief through writing. I love you.
How are you doing up there? Where are you now? Just where?
I love you.
Another day has passed without you.
I’ve got something to ask, what will I do?
I love you.
You were the person I wanted to be, but then I realized the only person I am is me.
I love you.
I wish you were here, but above the clouds I cannot peer.
Through the bedroom window, your voice I can still hear.
I love you, I really do.
My Grandpa Alex singing to me, at age 5, as my grandmother laughs off camera.
Me with my Grandma Lily in the Philippines.
Me listening intently to my Uncle Marcus.