To My Mother (Panchita) - Poem by Juan Olivarez
Mamacita in heaven, how I miss you,
right after you left us, I knew not what to do.
It's almost twelve years now, since you went away,
and my heart is still broken, to this very day.
They said you are in a better place,
but you couldn't tell, by the look on my face.
I'm a selfish old man, I know that is true,
but sometimes I wish, we could still be with you.
You were always so strong, and never complained,
even when we knew you were in such pain.
you loved your garden, and those flowers still grow,
just where you planted them, and we love them so.
we go out in the morning, and water them down,
and take care and watch over them, all the year round.
I know that this life is really a dream,
that we have to pass through to the bigger scheme.
and I know you are watching, from somewhere on high,
what goes on with your loved ones this very night.
we always remember whatever we do,
that everything we are, we owe it to you.
4/26/10 29 palms ca.
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