Poetry from the Santa Fe Indian School
For the third year in a row, The Grief Diaries is proud to publish the following series of poems in collaboration with young writers from the Santa Fe Indian School in New Mexico. Governed by the 19 Pueblos of New Mexico, SFIS is a sovereign Native school that emphasizes Indian Education. These poems were produced in English I, taught by Michael Martinez.
As part of Mr. Martinez’s Composition course, a Performance Task was conducted with an emphasis on Poetry. Each of Mr. Martinez’s 91 English students wrote a poem, and the students below elected to be published in TGD. Of these, each student has written about various events and issues in their lives that express both self and culture. Student ages range from 14-16, and they represent a number of the 19 Pueblos: Navajo Nation, Hopi, Mescalero, and Jicarilla-Apache Tribes in New Mexico.
TURQUOISE SKY, ADOBE EARTH
A COLLECTION OF POEMS
Fly High Grandma Dar
by a student at the Santa Fe Indian School
The day I remember
“Grandma Dar passed away”
But our love will not surrender
The moment I heard the news
My heart was split in two
One side filled with heartache,
The other had left with you.
All alone in my bed,
I lay and think of you,
Taking a walking through memory lane,
Grandma I miss you.
Remembering you is easy,
But missing you is a heartbreak,
Why couldn’t you stay?
No one can’t take this pain away.
The laughs that we’ve had,
The tears that we’ve cried,
The memories you left live on,
So deep inside.
I want you back
But I know that can’t be,
Till we meet again up above.
Fly high grandma, Your free.
Bio: I attend the Santa Fe Indian School.
by: Trishelle Chavez
A promise that you willingly broke.You promised.
Did the ten years we spent apart
Because of this,
Not mean anything to you?
How you could break this promise.
A promise that meant so much to me,
And seemed to mean nothing to you.
You say you're sorry,
But should I believe it?
Should I just blindly accept your apology,
And get my heart broken again?
You don’t understand,
How much faith I put
On those four words.
“I’ll never drink again.”
How much my younger self
Believed in that sentence.
I want to know that you’re truly sorry.
I want to accept that
With no questions asked,
But I can’t.
Those were the words that slurred
Out of your mouth,
When I talked to you today.
It made me wonder,
If you really meant it.
Or if you were just taking advantage
Of how forgiving I am to you.
It took me three days,
To find out where you were.
“Is he okay?”
“Is he drinking?”
The second thought was something,
That I never wanted to think
But somehow it was always there.
We have had numerous conversations,
About what would happen
If you started drinking again.
I thought it was out of pure curiosity,
Now I can’t help
But think that it was to know
How much you were in for,
When I finally found out.
That you would lose my trust.
That the relationship we
Have built up in those three years,
Would be gone.
Because I told you.
Did those hundreds
Of conversations cross your mind?
When you brought that can
Up to your mouth?
The same mouth that said:
“I love you.”
I will always love you.
But I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you.
And all because of a promise.
Bio: Hi, my name is Trishelle Chavez, from the Pueblos of San Felipe and Santo Domingo. I am 15 years old and am currently enrolled at the Santa Fe Indian School. The title of my poem is, “You Promised”. I wrote this poem to just let out my feelings about a situation that had occurred that same day. My father was an alcoholic for about 10 years, and I was kept away from him for that reason. He worked so hard to become sober so he could have me back in his life once again. He made a promise to me to never drink again. Unfortunately, that promise wasn’t kept. On May 16th, I was informed that he had a relapse, and I was really hurt by that, so I wrote about it. I am publishing this, hoping that someone who relates to my situation, finds it.
“Are you staying?”
by a student at the Santa Fe Indian School
Family is a team
Willing to face danger.
Family has love
That keeps them together.
My Family and I had those
But what was great
Was the success.
That seem to be endless.
But as the days went by
So did our love.
Luxury and Success
Is what got us in this mess.
Until one day
When I got a phone call
That seem to be
But it was true.
My dad didn’t
Come back home.
He left us clueless.
So this kept me wondering:
Is he okay?
Where is he?
Why did he just leave all of a sudden?
These question seemed to be on replay
Like your favorite song
Playing again and again.
But it was like a virus to my education
I never wanted to do work
until the last minute
Trying to finish an assignment.
Until finally Spring Break
The break that reliefs
You from stress and homework.
My spring break
felt weird until
My dad came home
I was so happy
We were all together.
But what I didn’t know
Was it was the day
We were all tested upon
The hardest question
“Are you Staying?’
We were confused
As a family we seemed fine
But it wasn’t about me and my sibling
But between our parents.
Dad wanted to leave
Because he didn’t have
no more love.
Mom wanted him to stay
because he had a family
To love and care for.
But my dad left without
The knowledge of family
We as a family without
My dad cried for days.
But don’t worry we still
Love you dad!!!
Don’t think we forgot about you
Because we’re a team
And were going to save you.
And I would be your son until
You come home.
Knowing you beat the evil.
Bio: Hello, I’m from Acoma Pueblo. I am a freshman that attend the Santa Fe Indian School and I’m 15 years old. My poem title is “Are you staying” the reasoning for this was to get a hard situation off my chest, and to also inspire others. How I know this can benefit others is writing their feelings out and not holding anything in.
by Jestin D. Coriz
Why? Why did you have to go?
Why did you have to turn to Alcohol?
You were everything to me.
You helped me with everything.
From spending time with you
To the last moments with you were amazing
From all the movies we watched
All the place we ate
All the songs we listened to
You helped me with what I needed
I remember when we would listen to Tech N9ne
All the birthdays we would spend together at Red Lobster
With all of our family
Everyday I miss you more and more
I miss hearing the letters J.D. coming from you
What I would do to see you one more time
To go to one more movie with you
To spend one more day
All the times you had to go to other states
You had to go to work there
I missed you then too
I gave you one of my toy tractors
I gave it to you so you would remember me
You will always be in my heart forever
You will forever be my favorite auntie
Thank you for all the things you helped me with
I love you, and may you rest easy auntie
Bio: Hello my name is Jestin Coriz, I am 15 years old. I am from Santo Domingo Pueblo (Kewa). The title of my poem is called “Auntie Faraway” in this poem I talk about when my auntie turned to alcohol and passed away I also talk about how we spent time together and all the fun we had. I wrote this poem to show my feelings about my auntie and how much I appreciated her and how much I love her. This poem would show the readers how other people are going through these feelings and it’s alright to just keep living each day know they’re watching over you and guiding you through life.
four empty words
by Joylene Crespin
you were someone i never thought i’d lose.
we stuck to one another,like glue.
i’d tell you everything, you would too.
rain or shine you were there when i need you the most.
days were best, when i was with you.
yet somehow we grew tired of one another.
i couldn’t carry us, neither could you.
but time caught us both,
we drifted apart.
we both knew it but spoke nothing.
the day you left it didn’t hurt,
the memories are what stayed.
it sucks seeing you everyday
knowing we could have made it work.
but all good things come to an end
as times passes I realize,
it was for the best.
i am stronger than I was yesterday.
no shade but “friends come and go”
and you were one of them.
Bio: My name is Joylene Crespin, and I am from Laguna Pueblo. I currently attend Santa Fe Indian School as a freshmen going on my sophomore year. My poem is called ¨Four Empty Words¨ and it is about losing my best friend. It taught me that ¨friends come and go.” I hope those who choose to read my poem take it as “̈things happen for a reason” and carry that with them. As of today, we no longer talk but it has taught me that you can overcome any challenges that come your way and to take it as a learning experience. I hope it helps you in any possible way to see things differently. So with that being said, I hope you enJOY it :)
by Mark Garcia
All around the village.
When i would look at his friendly face, sorrowful sadness.
Filled my heart.
Mom asked me “did you find him”?
The anger and sadness came out my face.
Tears. We always used to go for walks.
We would play catch with each other,
Throw the baseball and frisbee.
He loved to bring it back.
He slept on the side of my bed.
I would always give him meat.
Pork chops was his favorite.
He fell asleep after he ate - his belly fat.
big, brownish, his eyes sky blue.
He was a friendly dog, and I would take him places.
When one day I left him outside, maybe someone stole him…
Probably took off by himself.
I put up signs.
I still remember Bailey and I always will.
Bio: My name is Mark Garcia and i'm from the pueblo of San Felipe Pueblo. And im 15 years old. And attend Santa Fe Indian School i'm a freshman and I wrote this letter because I wanted to publish my poem called “cool dog” and why I want to publish my poem is because I want people to read it and enjoy my poem.
by Leo Johnson
Fifteen years ago
Two very different days
One happy, one not
Only ten days apart
Ten days of a dream come true
Gone in an instant
Wishes of more time
Of real memories with you
Not ones found in dreams
June 4th June 14th
Separated by ten days
Too short of a time
I think back and wish
That each day would last forever
Still to short for me
Bio: The writer of this poem is a student at the Santa Fe Indian School
by a student from the Santa Fe Indian School
I never wanted to hurt you
I swear I never meant to
Now I’m all shades of blue
Trust me, it hurt more than you knew.
You had been so shy,
And it hurt to see you cry.
I couldn’t look you in the eye,
Because I knew I was the bad guy.
“You hurt him.”
Voices sounding so grim.
But my feelings would dim,
And chances of staying together were slim.
I’m not a perfect person,
I like to stay behind a curtain.
One thing is for certain,
This truly is a burden.
I didn’t want to let you go.
I could be as cold as snow,
And now I know it does show,
Because now you know.
No excuse to be this sly.
I’m aware of our terrible good-bye.
Guess I’m always gonna be the bad guy.
Bio: I’m from Jemez Pueblo and I go to Santa Fe Indian School. My poem is titled “Bad Guy” and I wrote this because I lost a relationship recently. I felt like, as children, we are told the bad guy is the villain that should be avoided. For me, I felt like I always push those away that I really do care about and it always a loss to me. This was my way of acknowledging that this isn’t the best option.
Hit & Run
by Celeste Lucero
You left me damaged
Like any other man
You just left
And your lingering touch
You’ve done damage
That’s called a hit & run
My thoughts aren't the same
They are corrupted
No longer any good
My body is scarred
The hand marks you left
I try to hold on to
You may have hurt me
But I still love you
I crave your touch
It's not good for me
But I can't help it
No one has ever loved me like you
But I cannot go on like this
I am confused
And you’re taking advantage
I brought this upon myself
So I must end it
I know I’m deserving
You’re not the one I deserve
Because if this is love
It feels like torture
So to every precious soul
This is not healthy
Trust me and move on
Take it from one beaten down
Love takes two hearts
Not one and anger
So I will find someone new
But if I’m not successful
Alone is better than being with you
Bio: I am Celeste Lucero from Laguna Pueblo and I attend Santa Fe Indian School. My poem is titled “Hit & Run” because it deals with being hurt by a guy who suddenly left, but you still love him for unexplainable reasons. I personally have gone through this and I feel like it is an issue worldwide today. I shared my feeling of the process and also some advice. So enjoy!
A bond we lost
by Silent Rain
I remember our laughs
I remember our talks
I remember our little arguments
I remember our memories
From meeting at our old school
Talking on the first day
To transferring together
And then not talking at all
Walking past each other
Not saying a word
We found other friends
We got close to them
Like we used to be
I miss our expensive bond
That I thought was never breakable
A strong connection through the heart
You showed me your true face
We were once inseparable
A fierce bond with each other
But that has all withered
Yet I don't know why
Bio: Hello, I’m Silent Rain and I’m from the Pueblo of Jemez. I am 14 years old and I attend Santa Fe Indian School.
The Words That Never Came Out
by Matthew Martinez
It hurts me every day
Walking past an opportunity
The chances I had
The chances that are gone
By morning I look at myself
Wandering why I did nothing
Wandering if I would see them again
Frozen in time
Telling myself to do something
An eruption of emotions
Devising plans until I sleep
Day by day wondering what to do
Waiting for a spark
The regrets are many
Circling me like a flock of vultures
My heart aches
At the thing that could've been
It was in my hands
Too bright to hold
So I went back asking for help
Help I acquired
Chances I didn't
Showing up with roses
But no one at the door
There was no more
My time was up
I was fooled
Fooled to run after
One was enough
Two was heartbreaking
The questions are endless
Why didn't I..?
Why couldn't I..?
What have I done …?
The possibilities were grand
But the power of my heart was little to none
This isn't a happy ending
The chances were there
And then they were gone
But instead Ego Defuit
Bio: My name is Matthew Martinez and I'm from the Pueblos of San Ildefonso and Nambe. I attend Santa Fe Indian School. The title of my poem is "The Words That Never Came Out". This poem talks about how it felt to lose an opportunity with someone. It's an emotional fight to say something and come back every night feeling regret and sadness. I hope to show people that when you see an opportunity that you want don't think just go.
The Day You Walked Away
by Makayla Naranjo
For giving me the life I have today
If it wasn’t for you I would be miserable
Thank you Mom
For leaving us
My brothers and I
You left us to wonder
Where you went
Like mid-day fog
Without a warning
Maybe you want to stay hidden
Hidden from all the lies
And mistakes you have made
I found something out so shocking
You’re pregnant again
With a baby girl
Will I ever get to meet her?
Or even get to see a picture?
Questions flurry around my head
And so do emotions.
Bio: My name is Makayla Naranjo and I am from Santa Clara Pueblo. I am currently 15 years old and I attend the Santa Fe Indian School. The title of my poem is “The Day You Walked Away.” It’s basically a message to my birth mom who I haven’t seen since I was 5 years old. I personally think my poem would help teens who are struggling with not having relations with their birth parents and I hope my poem would help them to become more open about it and maybe talk to someone about how they feel.
My Love Is On Fire
by Bailey Nez
I feel it would hurt less
Than to continue being burned
By your flame
Is love supposed to feel like burning up
And being extinguished all at once?
I yearned for the welcome of a warm fireplace
But I was instead
Rushed at by a raging wildfire
Maybe I deserve to be burned
For coming with expectations
Turn me into an inferno
Of mixed emotions and hurt
The way you do over and over again
Bio: Hello, my name is Bailey Nez and I am from the Navajo Nation. I am 15 years old and currently attending the Santa Fe Indian School as a freshman. During the school year, I wrote a poem titled “My Love is on Fire”. I wrote this poem to hopefully help anyone else who may be stuck in a bad relationship with themselves or someone else. I hope that anyone reading this poem can re-evaluate their relationships. Writing this poem helped me realize that something wasn’t right about my situation and helped me come to terms with how I was truly feeling. I hope that by reading this, others will learn the same things about themselves.
Out of the Blue
When I heard the news early that morning
Been some time since I’ve felt that kind of pain
Although it’s good to know you are resting
I know nothing will ever be the same
I wish I said “I love you” one last time
Years have passed and I hadn’t seen you since
I never thought that was our last goodbye
It’s time to let you fly into heaven
We know alcohol got the worst of you
Let no one make you think it was your fault
Even though this happened out of the blue
You passing so soon was never a thought
So now that you are in a better place
I’m glad to know you are being kept safe
Bio: My name is Justina and I am from the Pueblo of Cochiti. I am currently attending the Santa Fe Indian School. My poem is titled “Out of the Blue”. It is about someone I lost too early due to alcohol.
Gone but Never Forgotten
by a student at the Santa Fe Indian School
You were the best cousin ever,
Like the brother I never been able to have.
You did some good and bad things,
But that’s all in the past now.
You were a firefighter, who risked his life
Every time you were out there.
Things are different now, we’re still hurt
But we all go on as if we’re okay.
You went from giving us nicknames,
To making us laugh all the time.
Your smile always lit up the room
You called me “Rico”, and our handshake
was the best even though I made some mistakes.
Our family has loved and lost
In many ways, but we continue to go on
each day pretending to be okay,
we still manage to put smiles on our face.
If I could turn back time just to tell you to stay
you’d still be here, and everything would’ve been
okay, Losing you was hard, just like losing a brother.
I still can’t accept the fact that you’re never coming back.
You’re gone but never forgotten.
Bio: I attend the Santa Fe Indian School.
by Kelsey Rosetta
It had all begun at the age of ten.
My brain was full of negativity.
Trying to write down the thoughts with a pen.
At even one social activity,
I feel the danger lingering somewhere.
Panicking, my heart starts to beat faster.
I gasp for air, wishing I was nowhere.
Forcing my pink lips to smile, a plaster.
Crying each night, knowing parents don’t know.
Not participating in my own life,
I feel myself sinking, sinking down below.
Living is just as painful as a knife.
My heart pounds, walking up to my mother,
“Mom, I need to tell you that I suffer.”
Bio: Greetings, my name is Kelsey Rosetta and I’m from Kewa Pueblo. I’m 15 years old and my poem is called My Truth. My poem is about a mental illness known as social anxiety. I wrote this poem to express what I’ve been struggling with, hoping others out there know how it is to deal with social anxiety. My poem can help readers tell others what’s happening to them and hopefully, they’ll be able to get help.
by Otiz Ruben
Oh how I miss you
I took you for granted
And within seconds you were gone
But there's no one to blame
I should've done better
To keep you
Things are different without you
Like now I go to bed early
You kept me company
When I was alone
But one day we will be reunited
We both will just have to wait
People may talk down about you
Saying your old and slow
And yes, its true,
You are even though
You’re new to me
I miss you iphone 6
Bio: Hello my name is Otiz Ruben I am from Laguna Pueblo and I am 14 years old. My poem is called “phone.” The reason why I wrote this poem is because it’s a different type of grief poem it's about a phone and not a person. What I think this poem will do for other people is put a smile on their face instead of a tear in the eye or a lump in your throat.
Friends or not
by Native Kyrie
We were bestfriends then
At the beginning of school
On a autumn day
One day went so bad
Like ate some spoiled food
He turned on me
We both stopped talking
He started to bully me
Others joined in
Mentioned im half black
They were being so racist
As mean as they were
I tried getting help
I just couldn’t tell someone
I started crying
Tears comming down fast
Like a big acid water fall
No one cared to see
My mind wasn’t right
It said to tell and not to tell
I battled myself
It has to stop now
Bullying’s a big problem
Dont let it happen
Bio: My name is Native Kyrie and I am 15 years old. I am from the Pueblo of San Felipe. My poem is entitled “Friends Or Not”. The poem is about the time I lost a friend and how that friend turned against me. What the poem would do would possibly let everyone know to help stop bullying.
by a student at the Santa Fe Indian School
She used to tell me,
The day I was born,
“I looked into your eyes,
then nothing else mattered”
She used to hold me,
She used to care,
She used to love me.
I’ll never hate her but,
I’ll never stop hating you.
You took my mom,
You turned her into a monster.
This is the second time you’ve taken her.
How many times am I going to have to stop trusting her,
Just to believe you?
It’s been two years since I’ve seen her.
I can’t look into her eyes anymore,
And tell her I love her.
I can’t call her my mama,
That woman isn’t my mother.
I can’t think of any other reason to get her back,
Just to lose her,
Other than unconditional love.
It’s almost Mother’s Day,
Can I have her back for awhile?
Just to tell her that I’m scared,
Scared of her lying,
Scared of her dying.
I can’t have that can I?
I can’t do anything but watch you kill her.
What did you do to her?
Why is she so hollow?
Where’s her smile?
Where is she?
Stop doing this to her, please.
Stop hurting her,
Stop killing her.
I get it, she chose you over me.
I see you in my dreams.
Your name dances on my eyelids.
Even when I want to forget,
I can’t help but see you.
You inscribed yourself,
Beneath my eyelids,
All I see is you.
In my eyes,
You can’t do any wrong.
I see past the drug habits.
Past the lies,
Past all the times,
You made me cry.
I met you,
And I understood,
Love is blind.
Because when I left you,
With the demons I couldn’t see,
They tore you to pieces.
I’m sorry I left,
I’m so sorry I can’t let you go.
I give you hopes,
I can’t promise.
I keep hurting you,
Because I know you will always love me.
“There is nobody else for me”.
I keep hurting you and it kills me.
Every moment of suffering I feel,
Is caused because,
I will always love you.
I gave you my heart,
Not just my heart,
I gave you my soul.
When I left,
I never should have fallen in love with you.
Bio: I am fifteen years of age. I come from the Navajo Nation and attend the Santa Fe Indian School. I have written many poems. The two I chose not only fit the genre of loss and grief but were about the two people who mean the most to me. The first one is about my mother, titled “Glassed”. This poem is directed toward the drugs she abuses. At first, it was to her but I can’t bring myself to hate her. The second is titled “9/28”, the day I first fell in love. This poem is about losing someone through choice but also ties in with how love is blind. The poem itself is to that person. I thought he had the world. It wasn’t until I left that I realized I had taken the world and the universe with me. I'd like to think both of these poems would
February 13, 2019.
You were always so happy to see me dance.
You cheered me on from your hospital room
While I prayed for you to be strong.
Your eyes lit up during our last video call.
I said my last “I love you”, totally unaware of the days ahead;
Three to be exact.
I stayed strong for you.
I remained quiet and hopeful as we laid you to rest.
I helped mom keep calm as she sobbed
While my sister held her stomach, her first born growing inside.
I sacrificed my own feelings for those who felt guilty,
Countless cries came from those who didn’t visit you enough.
I couldn’t help but wonder the impact you had on everyone’s life
Since so many people arrived.
I smiled as I heard stories being told from family and friends,
I knew you were happy as well.
I can’t seem to bounce back into a routine.
I’m so used to the hospital room visits,
The sounds of the oxygen machine going off every few minutes.
I can’t seem to move forward.
I feel anxious and undetermined, even after all the support from my friends.
I feel guilty -
I shouldn’t have danced that last Sunday you were here with us.
I shouldn’t have stayed home because I was tired.
I should have been there with you,
Talking with you about my troubles in school.
Instead I was making you proud and giving you the strength to go on.
Three months gone already.
I see red Chevy trucks wherever I go -
I remember how much you loved working on that truck.
I know you’re with me everywhere I go.
I now realize how similar we are -
Same looks, same gestures, same name.
I’m almost finished with freshman year.
It wasn’t easy though.
I remember the words you would say to me every morning before school
“Have a happy day”.
I think of those words every day.
I think of the times you fought while in that hospital.
I think of the times you were unable to move,
but you still tried your best to interact with me.
I’m okay with how things turned out, though.
I’m okay with the fact that you’re not here with us anymore.
I’m okay with leading on your legacy -
Because you won this battle, dad.
And I know there’s one thing you’d be saying to me right now -
Have a happy day.
Bio: Greetings, my name is Nyvi and I’m from the Comanche Nation. I’m 15 years old and I currently attend the Santa Fe Indian School. My poem is titled Happy Day. This poem is about my experience coping with the loss of my father. My father died from complications in the hospital and his passing has had a great effect on me, granted I was his youngest child. I wrote this poem as a way to express my regret and to share my overall thought process during this time. It took several months for me to accept my father’s death and it was quite concerning as to why it took so long. I want readers of The Grief Diaries who have lost a significant person in their lives to know that everyone handles grief differently. Grief is a feeling that everyone is allowed to feel after a traumatic event in their lives and it’s understandable for them to take as long as they please to express it.
I’m sorry Ya’Ya
I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye
I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you once more
That heartbreaking day finally came
The day when all your pain ended
The day when you fell asleep
Just that morning,
I was thinking of you
Feeling the need to visit you
How much I missed you,
after countless days of your absence.
“Ya’Ya, ah tra’wah eh she’it?”
I needed to see you one last time,
I needed to hear your voice once more,
But it was too late . . .
Hearing the words, “she’s gone,”
Broke my soft fragile heart
I felt the sharp pain strike
The realization . . .
It hit me hard
That I didn’t even get the chance
to say goodbye
As I stood there silently,
My mind flooded with vivid memories,
Those that’ll never be forgotten
I thought of your sweet smile,
The one I was very happy to see
every single time I saw you
I thought of your chocolate brown eyes,
The ones I’d look into
And think, “ah’mu, qui’nam shuth”
I thought of your short curly hair
And your sweet scent,
And your exchange of wise words,
Whenever we’d make conversations last
I then broke down,
Kneeling down on the carpeted floor
As I shook my head thinking, “no,” repeatedly
I felt the tears well up immediately
The tremendous amount
That’ll soon stain my cheeks
I felt this very heavy force on my chest
I felt like I couldn’t breath
I felt like everything . . .
Everything in the world stopped
I love you so much Ya’Ya
I’ll never ever forget you
And I’ll never ever stop loving you
But I don’t think
That I’ll ever forgive myself
For not saying goodbye
To your fragile being
I’m so sorry
Bio: Hello, my name is Ku’weh and I am from the Pueblo of San Felipe. I am 15 years old and I attend Santa Fe Indian School. The title of my poem is “Ya’ Ya.” It’s about a dark time in my life when my grandma had passed away the day I was going to visit her at the hospital, and I was very close with my great grandma which is why the pain seemed like it would be endless. I felt that I needed to write an apology for my grandmother who I didn’t get to see before she unfortunately passed. I want my poem to let others know to visit your loved ones as much as you can because everyone only lives once so we need to make the best of it; not only for ourselves but for others.