Mighty Pen in the Hand of a Word Lover

Valhalla, my friend.

This weekend I went to Santa Barbara to celebrate my cousin. She had passed suddenly of a massive hear attack. Although ithe celebration was sad, it was also uplifting. I realized how much everyone loved her and how much she was leaving behind. For me, we didn’t talk much but I secretly looked up to her. Everytime, I went to their house in Oakland when I was at Berkeley and needed support, she was there along with their family. I’m struggling expressing myself so I thought I would revisit a poem I wrote. I feel ushers her into her new life. A life that is worthy of the life she lived. I miss you, Leticia.

Death is coming
I feel its coming
Yet, I’m not afraid
The cold is overtaking me
I’m not afraid to die
like I thought I would be
Trying to live forever
I know I’ll be in Valhalla
Like a warrior who fought
The inner war with angels against demons
Heaven awaits
Sto-Vo-Kor has a place for me
At the breakfast, lunch, and dinner table
Death I’m not afraid of you
I welcome you
God, the creator
Who created me
Is waiting in his kingdom
Full of awesomeness
And my Father who plays word games
With me
Today is a good day