Ivan Marroquin

Reunion by Ivan Marroquin

Up, up, up, and up Starting at the bottom and I’m sleepy and tired I look to my left, and then to my right We were prepared, but most of us weren’t ready

The sun and heat were powering over me, but I couldn’t give up My dad made sure to hold tight onto the flowers we were bringing up This single piece of metal fought through everything in our way Chop, chop, chop

The machete was our best friend

We’re halfway there Up, up, up, and up Leaves and branches were flying left and right Soon we were all at the top My dad popped open the bottles I made sure that grandpa’s grave was washed and clean We were with grandpa again