Remember When Everything Was Easy
Remember how everything was easy,
like the time abuelo got you a shrimp
cocktail when your seven-year old self
was sad about something or just because
he wanted to make you feel happy?
Remember how everything was easy,
like the time a broomstick was a horse,
your seven-year old self would ride it
like el llanero solitario for hours, whose
name became the Lone Ranger when
you came to America a year later.
Remember how everything was easy,
we would go every Friday to The Original
Barbecue in Los Angeles with the family.
It was my favorite place to eat. My eight-
year self never had it so good. So many
people and places would soon be gone,
but not in my memories or my heart.
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