I was shopping for Cheerios and I felt you.
I could feel you.
Like all the years never passed.
In that moment, I was able to understand that love transcends life times.
I could feel your love reanimating me.
I could feel your genealogy comprising me.
That stern love and depression era resourcefulness.
Those tomatoes you loved to can and that fideo no one else could quite replicate.
They say she was a seamstress.
And the most beautiful Texas had to offer.
She made me oatmeal, and taught me to talk...