I see Gumbaras tenderness in his eyes, I feel his love and his giving spirit.
Remembering hot summer
nights, the taste of sugarless lemmonade, and the drifting smells of Italian
food. Gmbara,
never letting me leave his sight without filling my pockets full of change
to spend on gumballs
at the Quaker State. As his hands now weak with age search for my hands
in comfort, I let go
whispering.....I love you Gumbara.
