facebook

i never knew,

how much i 

would learn about 

someone

through the pages

they run.

days,

upon days,

worth of memories

my mother's facebook

happens to consist of.

at times,

mi mami's life,

resided on the

site.

and

when i was

young,

i always

thought that

she was ruining

the moment.

but maybe,

the whole time,

it was me;

the same

fake smile.

the same stare.

both of which

are my own demise.

because what am I

going to show

mis hijos, mis nietos

when they ask me

where was the genuine

happiness in the photos

on facebook?