Reminds me of the first time I saw my uncle who had been incarcerated for 20 years. He called me by my middle name "Michelle." I used to go by this name as a child. His eyes looked identical to my grandmothers and his hands and shoulders just like my grandfather's. I whispered "I go by first name now, "Carmellita."

Your poetry aways takes me back to a memory, thanks J Oliver.