Thank you,
I carry their voices and mannerisms
In the palm of my hand.
Voice boxes turned to dust,
Muscles forever stale;
They deserved so much more out of life,
But their bodies were not too kind to them
As the world was not.
Thank you,
I get to see my mother in candid moments,
Opening doors for my Nana,
Eating her favorite mariscos,
Pulling out dishes to cook dinner,
Sitting at a losing basketball game next to me,
Drinking a Sprite while walking the city,
A year later,
Her voice is still her because of you.
Thank you,
For putting everyone else’s annoyance after your memories,
Your mind has robbed you of so much,
But this, you get to have.
You get to have her,
And you don’t even know how important it is
Five years later
Thank you.