Lucero Nieves

Joined January 2021

2 stories

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I'm twenty - three years old. Writing to grieve and never forget my beloved dad who was so cruelly ripped away from us because of COVID-19.

03.29.1969 - 01.23.2021

I love you forever, papi.

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A Good Man
My father was a good man. Not a great one, but certainly not bad in the least. He was known by friends, family, and acquaintances alike as the man who gave too much, even to those who did not seem to deserve his kindness or generosity. There were also many people who saw him, this small 5’5” man, words laced thick with the love for his home country of Mexico, skin tanned and firm like the leather of his favorite huaraches, and thought,
By Lucero Nieves5 years ago in Families
Where Are You Now
Where are you now When the sky's turned grey and I can't see your face Is it raining or are these wet tracks on my cheeks tears
By Lucero Nieves5 years ago in Poets