The Moment by Melissa Gonzalez

When I think of the moment

Death came for my grandmother,

I imagine he leaned over her,

Extended a hand,

And asked her to dance.

She stood,

Taking his hand.

A fresh coat of red paint

On her fingernails,

A printed pashmina hugging

Her shoulders.

When I think of the moment

Death came for my grandmother,

I imagine her spinning in his arms

To the sounds of Celia Cruz

The flowers in her hair,

Leaving petals on the ground

As she left.

When I think of the moment,

Death came for my grandmother,

I imagine,

She smiled,

As her soul departed,

Excited to be traveling

Once again.

Melissa Gonzalez is a Cuban-American residing in Miami, FL. She is pursuing an MA in English Literature, and is an advocate for pineapple on pizza.