Lydia
who sings like liquid gold
and writes an Ode to Earth
who is life and laughter in a bottle
who is wise beyond her years
whose hair is made of sunshine,
is too tired to go to bed
who tells me in Spanish you can do it
who tells me there’s so much I need to understand
whose bright sunflower eyes sparkle
always wants to play
night and day
laughs with us about  how to say
was sick
is “Herman” and “Hermana-nucleosis”
is a bubble of joy and bliss
lives in my heart forever
is hiding in Argentina, for a while, at least
who talks to me inside my head
is the sun peeking through the trees
who walks down the leaf-covered street, up and down, up and down
is the gold of the sun that shines down on us
everyone loves her
who loves her who?