Light in the dark gardens - Kathleen

Kathleen, I remember when you unwrapped the presents.

It was at Christmas that your grandfather fell asleep

and your brother, the one in the middle, painted his face.

  I remember when impressed you screamed by the sea.

You ran better than your older brother.

I remember you cursing when you had to clean the spruce waste

  and you said: Mother, next year we will have a plastic one!

Today I see you with your brothers and your friends.

Together they enter the forest to clean it.

 You have learned a lot, my dear girl!

Lía Olga Herrera Soto