Angie

In memory of Angie Valeria

she reached

small hand outstretched

seeking only to touch

anything stable to grab

something to stop the pull away

but​​ the current was strong

and the river was wide

and only the song birds

and her daddy​​ heard her cries

the trip had been long

the hours hot and dusty

but the hope had been longer

now it was within the length

of her arm, almost touching her fingers

but the current was strong

and the river was wide

and only the song birds

and her daddy heard her cries

stay strong little one, he said

do not cry for we will make

it to the other side, see there it is

now don’t give up, I’ll hold you

just another step, oh

but the current was strong

and the river was wide

and only the song birds

heard her cries

but the current was strong

and the river was wide

and only the song birds

made it to the other side