Saudade

Everyday I'd wake up and they would be there.

I loved it.

It felt like home.

When I was away I missed this.

I missed them. I missed their sugar cane juice. I missed their laughs.

They would look at me and smile. I would smile back.

Nothing would have been said, but so much would've been understood.

I would join them and even thought this can be a work for one, we would make it for three.

Now I look ahead of me and there's only the machine.

I can still see them looking at me and smiling, but only on my mind.

I reach it and start making the sugar cane juice.

They are no longer here, but their memories are.

I look back and see my nieces smiling at me.

Nothing has been said, but they join me.

We make it a work for three.

I tell the them about my dad and uncle.

Now I'm not the only one with memories of them.

They would continue, even when I was no longer here.