Julia Carbajal

This poem is for and about my grandmother, my 'Walita', who passed away January of 1997.

Julia Carbajal

We are the sisters,
Whose childhood you shared.
Who lived and grew as you did,
We've known you all our lives.

We are the children,
Whose childhood you guarded.
Whose life you shaped and guided,
We looked to you as one.

We are the grandchildren,
Whose childhood whirled around you.
Whose life you touched and warmed,
We will carry you all our lives.

We are the cousins,
the nephews,
the nieces,
the friends.
We are the family.
With all our hearts and souls,
Julia, we wish you well.