Valentine to Papi
I kept looking in the mirror
and touching my grown-up hair.
Remember, Papi, ten years ago?
You smiled when you saw me
wearing a new yellow dress.
I was shining for my cousin's wedding.
Your smile
lit the room.
Strangers who said they were my aunts,
uncles, great-aunts,
kept squeezing me.
I'd smooth and straighten my dress.
When the romantic music started,
Mami looked at you
and pointed at me.
You looked down
and took my hands,
mine cold, yours warm.
I put my shiny shoes on yours,
and we danced.
Ten years later, in my heart
we still dance
perfectly, Papi.
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