A Seven-Year-Old Wonders . . .

Copyright by Mari-Carmen Marin

Scarlet Leaf Review, no. 1, 2019, p. 32.

Mami, is abuelo in heaven with Diosito? Sure he is. El abuelo era un santo. Does he see you from there? He sees us all and prays for us. Did he take his glasses with him? The round little ones he’s wearing in the picture next to abuela’s? In heaven, he doesn’t need glasses. You mean Diosito is an eye doctor? Diosito is more than a doctor. He’s todo-poderoso. You mean like Superman? He’s more poderoso than Superman. So, if abuelo can see you, is he sad when you cry and stop talking to papi? Uh…. I guess he is. I don’t know, mi niña.

Mami, is heaven a bit city above the clouds? I don’t think so. So, what does heaven look like? I don’t know. Nobody knows. So why do people look up to the sky when they talk about heaven? I guess it’s invisible, like air, like Diosito. And that is why abuelo doesn’t need glasses to see you, because he’s invisible? In heaven, people are perfect. There’s no need for glasses, doctors, or pain. So he doesn’t feel sad when you cry and stop talking to papi? Uh…. I guess he does, but in a different way. I don’t know, mi niña.

Mami, will you go to heaven when you die? I hope so. I don’t know. Why don’t you know? Maybe I’m not good enough. Is that why you cry and stop talking to papi? No! Well…. Maybe. I don’t know, mi niña.  So mami, if you go to heaven – and I want you to go – will I find you when I die? Uh…. I don’t know. I hope so. There is nothing to worry about, cielo. We will all be with Diosito. But why can’t I be with you, too? I’ll feel lost. I’ll be scared…, and how will I know if you stopped crying and being silent for days?

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