floreció___________ Florencio]

I sat at the foot of his chair, stone cold feet of longtime anchor.

      Sentient solitude                                                                           of grateful stature. 

Afloat in blue, white cast, no shadow. 

Wisdom speaks to those you follow. 

       Guardian shield, pressed, 

         blessed and righteous. 

          A shine high bright, 

          cast nest of hollow. 

Auric spells over pig garbanzos, our afternoons, clean plates.

-Spark sorrow.

Your fresh old smell and hair                                                                  unraveled. 

                          Tight bristles stroke wide head, best                travel. 

       With love I write to you,

          Grandfather.