Love can be a name
as Beauty as Hope as
Faith can be...,
But mama never named
me that
I could have been Hope
or Beast or Tears or
Water
I could have been Aquarius
or Robin or Batman
or Hercules
or just plain Jose or Juan
What made her decide
to name me my name
i ask her that and she gazed to
the moon
and sighed and
looked at me but did not
answer me
I later knew but it was too late
she died and i held her hand
and i told her
i knew but i did not mind
it is a secret that she carried to
her grave
it is something that i keep
but soon want to discard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem