Saturday, May 9, 2015

dia de mamasita


suns and moons have passed, it seems not so long ago
when mamasita to her maker was called home.

she needed her rest from a life that treated her with scorn
yet in spite of all her pathways aligned with thorns

she gave of kindness to those she thought more forlorn

her mellifluous singing voice would begin our day
and from just outside an open kitchen window birds

perched on a limb in a tree, she’d sing to them
and for a moment they would cease their chirping, 

their whistling and listen to 'Mamasita' sing for them

her voice still resounds  with solemnity in my soul,
memorable moments in my mind, her undiminished

love fills every chamber of my heart and for this gift  

i thank her not just because it’s 'Dia de las Madres'
but i think she knows that every morning i awaken

there's a picture of her on my mantle looking back at me
reminding me of the heart from whence and where i came

23 comments:

  1. I love that the birds quieted to hear her song.........your Mamasita was lucky to have such a loving son, Marco..........she sounds like such a loving, kind woman.

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  2. What a lovely and touching tribute to your mamasita ~ Wishing you a wonderful weekend Marco ~

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  3. Yes, definitely a loving tribute to your mamasita. Though she is gone, I can see that she lives on in your 'heart' and 'soul' and in your poetry!

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  4. What a wonderful tribute. A woman that can spread joy despite her own hardships is very much worth praise.

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  5. Lovely tribute amigo. I know your mamasita is very happy reading this poem of yours. It's heartfelt and passionate.

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  6. im so accustomed with Mothers Day now on introduction "dia de mamasita' sounds wonderful thanks for sharing you beautiful poem, i kinda like the first verse above the rest

    have a nice Sunday

    much love...

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  7. A wonderful tribute to a wonderful mum.
    Anna :o]

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  8. love this touching tribute to your mamasita...

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  9. mamasita... i love the tenderness in this... a beautiful tribute to your mom... sounds like she was a wonderful woman

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  10. Marcoantonio she is beautiful...and your beautiful tribute brought tears to my eyes....

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  11. a lovely heartfelt poem honoring your mother! what a beautiful woman in her photograph and on the inside from what your poem says. wonderful to have the memories of her singing!

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  12. gracias to all of you who have left a wonderful response. con todo mi corazon, gracias mi amigas y amigos

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  13. Oh! The gift of song--even and especially when times are hard--is the best gift of all. Take it from the birds! An insightful and healing poem. I'm so sorry life gave her very little--but she made you!

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  14. How often it is their voice that lingers on long after they have gone; speaking to you as baby, toddler, even teen all the while being the one person in you life that you could always rely on. Beautiful post.

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  15. Your relationship with your Mamasita obviously transcends death and lives on as you pay tribute to her and hear her voice in your heart and honor her with how much you love and miss her still.

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  16. this poem is filled with so much love and admiration. the spirit lives forever, i'm sure she's smiling at you from between the lines of this work.

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