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.
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Author:
Adam Shirley (
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- Published: August 11th, 2018 01:33
- Comment from author about the poem: The Spanish portion is to never forget who I am, who I came from, gracias Mama, te quiero.
- Category: Unclassified
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