" All I want
is my father back.

I want his heavy

footsteps to tread
outside my door.

I want his
stupid sayings,

& his angry bellow,
& rapid Spanish,

& his eyes
that misted over

when his favorite
song played.

There are pieces
of him all over

the house,
all over New York City,

& beyond that to the island,
but I can't bundle

them together
to make anything,

anyone resembling him. "

― Elizabeth Acevedo , Clap When You Land