When infirmity sets its motions in you
and wrinkles the paths of your skin course
while your sun sinks in the west, for waste
and memories resurrect with its virtues of regret
I will be there for you, Mama
I will be your stretcher
transporting your heart to the beauties of the new world
I shall be your island where the new ocean deposits its sediment
as the moon embrace her sky even in snowy weather
I shall be there to embrace you even when tempestuous winds blow towards your life
I will be there mama
You were there
when my youthful fallible made you a to be scorned
among the maidens of the clan
you were there while I took delight in soiling your wrappers in the gathering of the brethren
you were there when I followed the wrong seeds
you never stop reprimanding me about evil deeds
for this mama, I will be there for you
When this house becomes a cold and silent island
I shall warm it with the emblem of my presence
I shall clothe you with the warmness of my love
I shall decorate you with the wrappers of my kindness
Mama, I shall be there for you
When gray hairs canopied your head
in its beautiful and lush whiteness
I shall decorate it with the rainbow beads of care
for your blood bathe me into this vale of tears
mama, when this balmy cloud becomes cold and erratic
I shall be there for you.
