BAREFOOT, running through the streets

Not a car in sight

A steady, musical rainfall

Fresh smell of asphalt


Dad is driving

Tunes of Simon on repeat

Feeling sleepy on bumpy roads,

Where are we now?

Cows grazing to our right

A glistening Pacific horizon to the left.

She smiles with


The baseball is thrown,

It’s a hit!

Walks home together from Kindergarten were

The best part of the day.

“I want to be a doctor when I grow up.”

A hug.

Now, I hold her hand.

The beat of monitors

Smell of sterile linen, silencing alarms, oral swabs

She feels different.

I’m here with you, Grandma.

To understand

It’s raining today.