Cycle of Life

by Giovany Villalobos

Family Portrait 

I am sitting in my second grade class coloring a portrait of my family.

“Who is your hero?”

That question varies all the time.

“My dad. He is Superman.”

The birthday parties, goodnight kisses, mi bendicion before school.

Time flies

I pack my toys in a box. They are no longer useful.

A classic Toy Story scene.

The weekends are for friends.

A simple “hi” to dad when he comes home from work.

No time for family

I moved out from home.  Is life better before  

college, going out to parties, and outside activities?

My family becomes my least priority.

Midnight arrives and it is too late to go back in time.

Grief, Sorrow, Sadness

A family portrait burning slowly 

From running to my fathers arms to holding his casket.

I'll be in denial for at least a moment.

What about the memories we made?

There is no time to look back, you will leave them all behind.

You will tell yourself, you got to move on but never will.

I do not know where you are right now. 

It is okay, I do not know either.