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Stephany Aguirre Poem
We said our goodbyes,
I wish I could remember it better.
I never thought much of it,
Never asked questions of it,
Never questioned your decision;
I never touched the wound again.
I looked around emotionless,
And saw mom sowing,
Her eyes locked on the fabric
Not daring to look up.
She had asked if we were hungry,
But we didn’t answer,
I didn’t realize what was occuring.
Never dared looked deep into there eyes,
Because they would tell me the truth.
I looked at the door,
Wondering when you’ll return;
Thinking in an hour you’ll be here again.
But it took longer,
So I stopped counting, and just waited
for the day you’ll take us with you.
I never thought it meant so much,
Never thought it would be so harmful.
Never thought it would come so soon,
To have to say goodbye again.
Copyright © Stephany Aguirre | Year Posted 2025
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Stephany Aguirre Poem
Dear little bird,
I’ve so hard been trying to hold on to you,
But I’ve seen lately your making me aside
And that might be because you’re ready to fly.
I’ve seen you have made friends besides me,
I’ve seen you grown up from your little home,
And I know your not so little anymore
So I know it’s time for you to fly.
Oh, but I want you so badly to stay with me forever;
That our memories won’t devanish with new ones you’ll have on your way up.
Up, up, up so high you’ll never want to return.
But I’ve noticed it’s necessary.
I’ve noticed your ready to fly up so high and chase your dreams,
And oh so thank you for the memories we share,
But it's time for you to start new ones
And for that I cannot be sorrowful.
But don’t be discouraged,
One day I’ll reach up to you, and we’ll fly together,
Except I know it’s not my time but yours,
So fly up so high little bird
And don’t look back, because
One day I’ll catch up
And be right by your side,
Flying, for the rest of our lives.
Copyright © Stephany Aguirre | Year Posted 2025
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Stephany Aguirre Poem
As I look into his hazel eyes,
Unfolds a story about his past life.
He was thirteen,
Leaving his life behind,
In exchange for a brighter future,
Putting on the mask of the american dream
But he was young,
He was lost,
He was left alone at a stranger’s house,
Oh how hungry he was
Still the food wasn’t his,
So he didn’t eat for three days.
He was laughed at,
Stepped on,
Ripped to shreds,
Uncovering all that was beneath the mask of the american dream.
So he dragged himself to a needle,
Tears streaming down his remains
Trying to sew what was left of him, but it was never the same.
Suffocated with work,
His body was drenched in pain.
Ripping open his patchwork of remains,
He would never be the same.
He would close his eyes,
Hoping to be embraced by his mothers arms,
He only wished to be home again,
He was only thirteen.
Copyright © Stephany Aguirre | Year Posted 2025
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