Carrie Sesma
Danny is missed. I love my husband, and I will never get over the loss of him. I wrote this poem for him while in San Diego for his funeral. "San Diego" I can hear your laughter in the roar of the traffic. I hear your gentle sigh in the breeze off the ocean's coast. I smell your sweat in the air. I see your eyes in the green of every leaf, of every tree, and in every blade of grass. I feel your skin in the soft roughness of the sand on the beach. And I remember every story you ever told me in the drone of San Diego. Carrie Sesma or Mrs. Daniel C. Sesma