ay abuelo,

i never met you but
i feel like i have with the stories
I've been told.

..

you were the second man she took seriously in her life.
you'd drink and come home and break the china she worked hard to pay off.
you don't know the effect you've had on my father.
hes only met you once and
when he gets mad it gets overpowering
(must be in the genes)
he knows how to silence a crowd.
when he was younger, he'd look up to the tough guys that'd always win the fights of the neighborhood.

because of the lack of your presence
he found peace in the violence.

and now I'm torn since i want to meet you
but I'm just having a problem attempting to harness peace
in our silence.