#poemsdeluchadora

[sonadorayluchadora]

"My Mother's First Words"

As I searched the walls for the familiarity of an unloving mom under the sun,

I was met with nothing

And, so similar to the girl whose name I took

I called out to what seemed to be nothing

Once I mustered a mustardly, "something there must be!"

And someone she was. There!

The Mother of my God and brother, girl as I and even younger

Gathering her way into His light.

A warm breasted whisper, as un-grand as the birth of Christ Himself

What a fine lady, I call to rejoice.

"I'm right here," she says

"In my purples and reds and blues, I am here. I am with you."

My darling Mama. Of course.

She has always been

Since my birth and the birth of my father's mother's midwife's mother's child. And greatly beyond.

I ask her all the compassion and all the pleading of her being. And she grants with one ask of a kiss.

This was one year ago, she stays on my walls now

Can never leave my mom's house without kissing my Mother.