When I was a little girl my grandfather wrote a poem about me. It took many years for me to read it. I don’t remember much of him, he wore Panamanian Cowboy hats and was a musician. We moved far from my dad’s side of the family when I was young and years later I understood why my dad didn’t want us to grow up there…

But when I read the poem I remembered that my grandfather had a sweet side, a side that must have loved me. This poem was written when I was about 5 or 6 and it was the most precious gift to see that I  – even though my diet has changed quite a bit – somehow stayed the same girl! He inspired me, long after he was gone, to stay on my path… knowing it is who I am!

Yo tengo una nieta