Las Rosas en Mi Jardin

Dear Mother, dear dear

You warm me with discipline, lessons, and fear

Don't be alarmed, they were the puzzles to my brain

She is never ostentatious, never in vain.

Your love is the warmth of a blanket in winter

Your kisses are wound healers for when I get splinters

Te quiero mama, aunque los veces que me grites

Lo haces por amor, nunca nos olvides

A querer, a respetar, y a reir a tus chistes

Gracias por siempre a la vida que me diste

My sweet mother, alive as you are

I'll break when I lose you, you'll feel so far

Away from me, which is selfish, I'm sorry

I'll cherish these moments, these laughs, these tears

forever

And always.