The night was unexpectedly cold,
like a black and white
family portrait.
For some reason,
I remember the stars sparkling
in the kitchen,
as we sat at the table.
We were hungry.
You were tired.
but you made us frijoles
and they were so warm.
The night was unexpectedly cold,
like a black and white
family portrait.
For some reason,
I remember the stars sparkling
in the kitchen,
as we sat at the table.
We were hungry.
You were tired.
but you made us frijoles
and they were so warm.
