The other day I read a heartfelt story
about a mother who’s struggle
rendered her to the pandering
of a society who diminishes
her gender let alone her ethnicity
She held her own through the days
of toil searching for sustenance
for herself and her children
and the tear filled nights
that the day had sustained
yet the fear of tomorrows comings
They took away her pride
they took away her beauty
that a young woman holds dear
but they could not take away
the love she had for her children
as she fought the haunting of aging
though sacrificing her time of her
heralded youth for the sake of her children
the tiny wrinkle webs in her face
began to harbor the days of yore
and her youthful days sent asunder
Her days were long
and her nights even longer
but throughout she can be proud
she will always be beautiful
in my eyes my heart
she will always be loved
Te amo, mi Mamasita
I read a marvelous story the other day, too, at Poets United. You're lucky, to have had her for a mom. And i think, she feels lucky, too. ;-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Fireblossom. I can always trust that your heart fills the same space as mine at certain times 8-)
ReplyDeleteOh Nene, this is glorious. I hope your mamasita is hovering near enough to read these words. She was lucky to have you for a son. In the end, none of the hardships or losses matter nearly as much as the love that is and was so freely given. Such a beautiful poem, for Mother's Day.I am sure her spirit traveled among her children on that day!!!! Sorry for being late to find this......my week ganged up on me:)
ReplyDeleteDon't know how I missed this one, nene. It's beautiful. Your mother must be so proud to have you as a son.
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