I remember the little mountain of rice on my plate.
I remember being tucked in very carefully.
I remember the anxious gestures and dyed words,
For the color of your love,
For the patience lost.
When innocently,
Beyond the garden, I was lost,
And you didn't know what to do,
When it disappears,
You started looking,
Until you have me again,
Within reach of your loving eyes,
Your candorous hands,
Tender blessed flower,
Very pure bright seed,
Like a blue sky,
Like the cloud that gives shade,
You cover me.
Like the tree that bears fruit,
You feed me.
Like the current of a river.
You guide me.
As a devoted mother.
You protect me.
Recuerdos
Recuerdo la pequeña montañita de arroz en mi plato.
Recuerdo ser arropado con muchísimo cuidado.
Recuerdo los gestos ansiosos y palabras teñidas,
Por el color de tu amor,
Por la paciencia perdida.
Cuando inocentemente,
Más allá del jardín me perdía,
Y tú no sabías que hacer,
Al desaparecer,
Empezabas a buscar,
Hasta tenerme otra vez,
Al alcance de tus ojos amorosos,
Tus manos candorosas,
Tierna flor bendita,
Purísima semilla fulgurosa,
Cual cielo azul celeste,
Como la nube que da sombra,
Me cubres.
Como el árbol que da fruto,
Me alimentas.
Como la corriente de un río.
Tú me guías.
Como madre abnegada.
Me proteges.
Camera: Honor 7s
Photographer: @leonelb
Image Editor: Microsoft Powerpoint 2010 / NCH software
