Treasure Island

Christian K. Montiel

(Tampico, Tamaulipas, Mex.)

ALICIA.


Alicia.
When I heard you name, I feel like angels are singing straight from heaven gates and beyond.
Whenever I’m alone I look to the sky and I can see you face between the stars and you sweet remembrance make my life brighter just like the moon when its escape from my window next to my bed.
“Mamalicha” I wonder if you are there between my loneliness? But I know you are because you told me whenever I feel cold you will be hugging me to keep me warm and you will be singing a sweet song until I begin to dream.
Maybe god needs a beautiful flower on he’s holy garden and he couldn’t find it nowhere else so he came to this world and he takes you with him to heaven.
Dedicated to
My grandmother
Alicia Torres Gonzales
(Mamalicha)

Submitted: Monday, September 17, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, January 11, 2012
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  • Greenwolfe 1962 (7/19/2008 5:14:00 PM)

    I gave this an 8 because of the sentiment expressed in the writing. A beautiful
    thing to read. Beauty is always better than pain.

    GW62 (Report) Reply

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