Four Twenty Two

A gloomy Sunday foreshadowed your departure.

A husband, three sons, and your dear female archer. 

So much pain, confusion, frustration and grief. 

Third decade– your time on earth was so brief.

Effortless smile and your playful sense of humor. 

You saw the goodness of life in spite of the tumor.

Your legacy has expanded into four little beings.

The youngest, a girl, proudly expresses all of her feelings.

Everytime I see her, I instinctively think of you.

Juliana, but we all tenderly call her Juju.

Her mother, your daughter, is resilient and kind.

Down for anything, a true hustler of the grind.

Your curious nine year old boy is not a kid anymore. 

Cinephile and music connoisseur, shady witty candor. 

Your presence and essence left a mark on this earth.

The generations to come will value your worth.

A loving mother, daughter, fun aunt and a loyal friend.

Loving you will be easy until we can meet again.