Mimi, who loves like we’re to be lost,
asks who remembers her, who?
Who is coffee and Christ,
who is lavender and late nights,
whose skin is in decay,
is too weak to rise today.
Who whispers that I am her baby,
who shouts that I am her world,
whose eyes are pages that I fail to read,
can’t teach me how to live,
has nothing left to give,
who used to hold me in her arms,
is lost.
Who will help everyone no matter the cost,
is haunting her old room,
her ghost humming a pretty tune,
is following me wherever I go,
who I hear laugh when the wind blows,
who is love and pain and prints in my brain,
Who crosses herself up and down and right-left and over again,
who loves like we’re to be lost,
asks who remembers her,
who remembers her, who?
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
Mimi, who loves like we’re to be lost,
asks who remembers her, who?
Who is coffee and Christ,
who is lavender and late nights,
whose skin is in decay,
is too weak to rise today.
Who whispers that I am her baby,
who shouts that I am her world,
whose eyes are pages that I fail to read,
can’t teach me how to live,
has nothing left to give,
who used to hold me in her arms,
is lost.
Who will help everyone no matter the cost,
is haunting her old room,
her ghost humming a pretty tune,
is following me wherever I go,
who I hear laugh when the wind blows,
who is love and pain and prints in my brain,
Who crosses herself up and down and right-left and over again,
who loves like we’re to be lost,
asks who remembers her,
who remembers her, who?
IMPORTANT NOTE: This poem follows the same format that Sandra Cisneros uses in her poem "Abuelito Who", and I decided to follow it as a template! Her poetry is amazing, and it's the base of this work!!!