Today’s prompt: tortilla, vault, riverbed
Where we played as children
After munching tortillas made
By hand…neighborhood abuelita.**
Memories, diamonds in heart’s vault
Gilded days, skipping stones…
Laughter, monkey-chatter of carefree
Kids with dreams wide as horizon.
Riverbed’s dry now, all but erased…
Along with childhood’s open-soul face.
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*Spanish for Welcome, **Spanish for grandma