Rattle Can

I step to an edge,
The updraft a thrill,
I gasp at the beauty below,
A stretched verdant valley,
With spilled over greens,
And wonder of this should I know?

Rattle Can, Rattle Can, rattle some more,
Rattle Can, Rattle Can, I shake it 'til sore;

I pick at the corner and guide the page over,
Words at the top to below,
Something is missing,
Soon I'll stop guessing,
Is purpose of reading now sorrow?

Rattle Can, Rattle Can, rattle some more,
Rattle Can, Rattle Can, I plead to restore;

I stare at the park, dotted with trees,
I sit in the shade, I hear children's glee,
My hand feels at ease on the worn wooden bench,
I smile and wonder, is this re-memory?

Rattle Can, Rattle Can, rattle some more,
Rattle Can, Rattle Can, my smile hides a cry;

I gaze at the pictures stuck on the page,
Arranged in a way for my eye,
Some turned and yellow, while others are fresh,
Can't I stop wondering why?

Rattle Can, Rattle Can, rattle some more,
Rattle Can, Rattle Can, tears for your store;

The fill of the magic continues to fade,
Returning a strangeness to world,
Strength is my weakness and fog now persists,
The weed is only half old;

We hold hands and hers look like mine,
They're warm and I start to cry,
The hug is the first of my life.
There is warmth and love in her eyes,
Then tears start to form,
All I have for this stranger is why?

Rattle Can, Rattle Can, spare me your store
Rattle Can, Rattle Can, rattle no more.



En memoria de mi abuelita,
Yolanda Cornejo y su
batalla con Alzheimers