When my hair starts looking like snow

I want my smile to look like sunshine

I want my eyes to have hope

I want laughter to take over

After my body has rested

I want silence to be welcomed

And the good memories to stomp on the bad ones

I want salsa playing in the background

As I tell stories of not only my youth

But of the adventures I’ve lived in the present

I want to have my coffee in the mornings and have conversations with my ancestors every day

I don’t know if I’ll have a partner

But I want to ensure that I am surrounded by love and respect

So when I close my eyes forever

I won’t have any regrets

Angelica Flores