Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT April 14th 2025

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read a poem “Of Avocados” by Juan J. Morales, posted below.

Our prompt was: “Write about what to return for.”

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Of Avocados by Juan J. Morales

Like two hands pressed
together, they are twice as large
on the island. One feeds
the family meal, sending us to wonder
why are they so small
stateside? On our last visit to PR
we sat on my tío’s patio
to talk and drink cafecitos.
My dad stared down the giant tree
burdened with dark green fruit.
His brother didn’t offer him
a single one.
My tío died soon after
that visit. Dad kept bringing up
the abundance his brother never offered,
not as a grudge, but as a recollection
of what we still couldn’t get in the states,
of what was delicious enough
to keep all borders open.

Within the year, two more
of dad’s siblings passed away
and last week we lost him,
a man who planned to return for
one more avocado. For each of us,
he would have peeled away craggy skin,
parsed the flesh, and held out
those green wedges
on the point of his knife. We would have
accepted it
as one last gift
to savor in our mouths.

Credit:Juan J. Morales

2 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT April 14th 2025

  1. michele348's avatar michele348

    About what to return for~~~

    I left for a new life, a new adventure.
    I left to complete myself,
    to expand my horizons,
    to open my heart to new emotions.

    But after a passage of time,
    my heart longed for what was…
    my beginnings in a small village
    where everyone knew each other,
    where everyone looked out for one another.

    In that tiny bubble,
    there was a sense of belonging,
    of being one of an entirety.

    I long to return to the source,
    to my roots,
    to what holds a special place within my heart.

    If only I could go back,
    if only my mind could bring back
    those who have passed from this earth.

    My memories are what remain to keep me warm
    in the darkness and chill of the night.

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