Good morning friends of Hive, I want to share a poem that I dedicate to my Mother Rosa, who passed away in 2008, expressing my feeling towards her, unconditional at all times, I wrote it in 2011, where she describes her best qualities and moments, inspired a mothers day
Una Madre Genuina
Causalidad métrica en darnos vida a ocho hijos
cada dos años, para no perder filas,
dos literas para chicos y dos camas para chicas
hermandad y amistad sin duda
y oportuna Maternidad Concepción Palacios
y Catedral de Caracas.
Tan bella mi madre
que en su cama de sábanas limpias
en su día y de su dinero
colocábamos; maltas, talco, cholas para andar y ropa de dormir
Tan preciosa mi madre
que para salir a la escuela
sino no oíamos, “..ción má”..
nos gritaba bien fuerte
y decía: Dios lo Bendiga
y al recreo me lanzaba mi respectivo pan desde el octavo piso
donde el papel casi siempre se iba volando como su fuera paloma
Tan linda mi madre
que al recibir la boleta de la notas
nunca nos regañaba por bajas calificaciones
le preocupaba nuestra felicidad y la actitud en clase
y yo plagiaba su firma sin problema alguno
Tan fina mi madre
jugaba bingo y treinta y uno y viajaba mucho
y en espera del año nuevo, reunión necesaria familiar
que a través del tiempo crecíamos entre hermanos,
sobrinos, nietos y cuñados
Tan solidaria mi madre
que le dio el primer baño a mi hija y me dio posada
donde el amor que tenía para sus hijos
y nietos era incondicional,
le gustaba cuando se hacían ensayos musicales en casa
Tan jocosa mi madre
que reíamos sin cesar
mondongos domingueros
arroz con coco en semana santa
chicha andina eventualmente
y las mejores hallacas en diciembre
Que considerada mi madre
que si no teníamos dinero, siempre sacaba alguito.
Perdiendo la visión afinaba más el oído
sabía que hijo le llegaba a su casa por el sonido del carro
y la manera de tocar la puerta
y la alegría era descriptiva
Tan fuerte mi madre
que faltándole pocos días terrenales
repetía constantemente
Todo bien hijo
Todo bien
Para Rosa. 8 de mayo 2011
Orlando Paredes
A Genuine Mother
Metric causality in giving us life to eight children
every two years, so as not to lose ranks,
two bunk beds for boys and two beds for girls
brotherhood and friendship without a doubt
and timely Maternity Concepción Palacios
and Caracas Cathedral.
So beautiful my mother
that in his bed with clean sheets
in his day and his money
we placed; Malts, talcum powder, cholas to walk and sleepwear
So precious my mother
than to go to school
otherwise we did not hear, ".. more action" ..
he yelled at us very loud
and said: God bless you
and at recess he would throw me my respective bread from the eighth floor
where the paper almost always flew away as if it were a dove
So cute my mother
that upon receiving the report card
he never scolded us for low grades
he was concerned about our happiness and attitude in class
and I plagiarized his signature without any problem
So fine my mother
I played bingo thirty-one and traveled a lot
and waiting for the new year, necessary family reunion
that through time we grew up among brothers,
nephews, grandchildren and brothers-in-law
So supportive my mother
who gave my daughter the first bath and gave me a posada
where the love he had for his children
and grandchildren was unconditional,
he liked it when they did music rehearsals at home
So funny my mother
that we laughed incessantly
mondongos sunday
coconut rice in easter
Andean chicha eventually
and the best Hallas in December
That considered my mother
that if we didn't have money, he would always get something.
Losing vision sharpened hearing
He knew which son came to his house by the sound of the car
and the way to knock on the door
and the joy was descriptive
So strong my mother
that missing a few earthly days
constantly repeated
All good son
All good
For Rosa. May 8, 2011
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