My heart forever rests next to my father’s

I pick up my phone often in order to send Rosalva a message because a sudden thought popped into my mind, and then I remember she will no longer read it.

In my mind’s eye, I could see my father pacing back and forth on the old marble-stone dock, his hands folded behind his back, which now bends like the bow of an old fishing boat.

For days gone by, when they left tiny footprints in the sand

At night you’ll bring your blankie and your book

And together we will build a nook

It led me into the mountains.

I walked along the gurgling stream,

and waterfalls tumbling down the limestone walls

From sandy beaches

to the mountains and the snow,

from endless sunrise,

we travel to the edge

of everlasting alpenglow.