When we forget

By- Gabriela Tejada We become so blind of those in front of us. The ones who love and appreciate us like no other. The ones we’ve confined in, that know the raw us, the real us Have seen us at our best, worst, and in-between. They remind us how much they love us; how much…

The Meadows

“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

What am I?

By- Gabriela A. Tejada It’s the thorns of a rose and the pain of the cut made by your first love, The colors of the sunset above the ocean, where you see the bond of the crashing waves and full moon above, Bonded by nature, untouchable by the impurity of mans crooked ways and harmful…

Luna

Beautiful but intangible. I stare at you at night With your bright gleaming halo My need for just a glimpse of you Just A Tou ch The joy I receive from just a ray of your orb Mi luna coqueta Winking at me letting me know that you are listening Answering my silent pleading for…