I dream with open
eyes of my Gramamá
at night and evening.
I feel she is hugging
me. It seems she is gone.
She is and I see her
night and day in
the mirror
where she brushed
her hair and put
makeup on. I like
the way she did that.
Her bed still
smells like vinegar.
I like that smell,
so pretty. I’ll always
love her.

by Ivette, 4th grade

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