My Angel Never Left San Francisco
San Francisco
Presidio Terrace
Where new home sat.
My father
Peruvian Consul,
Myself
A two year old
Brat.
Wobbly I walk
Childish noises
My talk,
The challenge were
The stairs.
How can I roll down
Belly side
Slide dive
Until I hit the ground?
Never dove alone
Down the stairs
My consulate home.
Bright light
Holy Child
Open arms
Guarded my way.
Words not exchanged
Only love gaze
Until I wobbled
Back up again
Thanks to my heavenly friend
For another day.
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