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# Bunny
- URL: https://dianaludwick.com/bunny/
- Published: 2026-02-08T19:14:57.000Z
- Updated: 2026-10-24T20:12:01.000Z
- Description: “Bunny,” an homage to Benito "Bad Bunny" Antonio Martinez Ocasio, as imagined from my departed Grandma's point of view. Written February 8, poem 039 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo by Diana Ludwick (c) 2026.
- Author: Diana Ludwick
- Tags: 2026 Poetry Challenge, Poems, 8 Mile, American, Bad Bunny, Bunny, Empathy, Grandma, Intergenerational, Kinship, Music, Puerto Rico, remembrance, Vanity FAir, #Migrated-1792872215677, #wp, #wp-post, #Import 2026-10-24 20:03

Benito, my Grandma Connie  
would have loved you.  
  
She would have chatted   
with you in Vega Baja  
as you bagged her groceries  
at the Econo in your youth.  
  
She would have leaned in  
to you and said:  
*You know, 'Benito' is it?* 
*I think you are a lovely* 
*and earnest man.* 
*May I share something with you?* 
*I feel you're going places.* 
*I have a gift for sensing these things.* 
*I'll be watching for you!*   
  
And when you   
made the mainland press  
she would have diligently clipped   
your fotos and articles   
from the pages of *Vanity Fair*  
and the Up-And-Coming Artists!   
columns in the *Times* and the *Post*  
and the *Journal* and the *Star*.  
  
She would have mailed them to me   
enclosed in her signature   
blue sky stationery  
with an American Flag stamp.  
  
And she would have scrawled  
in wide cursive   
rendered in Bic pen:  
  
*Di, you need to listen to* 
*this young man's art*.  
*He is impressive!*   
*Look at the light in his eyes.* 
*Love, Grandma Connie*  
  
She would have reminded me  
that she came   
from modest beginnings  
growing up off 8 Mile in Detroit.  
  
She would have written me  
that all Americans are bound  
by our upbringing and passion.  
  
She would have asserted   
your kinship with her  
that you and she   
are ever-connected, as are we all.  
  
And Benito, she would have   
championed you from afar.  
  
She would have   
looked up your lyrics  
and their translations  
and then cried   
with the beauty and pain  
of understanding.  
  
She always carried her heart   
on her sleeve, like you.  
  
She would have hailed  
your music catalogue  
as a modern magnum opus.  
  
She would have held you up  
as a secular saint   
of sound and self-worth.  
  
She would have defended you  
in circles of society  
where curiosity   
lagged behind fear.  
  
She would have driven her  
souped-up V8 station wagon   
named Bunny--*What a sign, Di!*  
that she zoomed through  
the dessert while she   
played your albums   
on her dash at max volume   
under open skies.  
  
She would have   
called me this morning,   
first to report the time and weather,  
and then she would have said:  
*Di, honey, don't forget to watch* 
*'Bad Bunny' at Half Time!*  
  
And then she wouldn't   
be able to help herself,   
and she'd have to crow:  
  
*You know, Di,* 
*Benito and I* 
*we go* way *back.*  
  
She would have melted   
into weepy emotive tears   
as she shared with me yet again,   
for maybe the dozenth time  
what you stand for:  
Empathy, Purpose, Community  
Pride in home, Love for all.  
  
She would have added:  
*He's such a dear!* 
*What a message he brings.* 
*So earnest!* 
*Oh Diana, he gives me hope.*  
  
Benito,   
my Grandma   
would have loved you.