Mother: You brought me life
You brought me joy …
You brought me not out of Egypt …
But, out of the womb with God’s perfume
Mother, while you on Earth …
Is your lovely perfume of love that, I see
Is what I feel in my heart …
Is what, it was in your country that I was born
Mother, I lived …
for nine months in your country, first
I realized all your sacrifices
You done …
You shown me love
You’ve divided time …
You took 1% & gave me 99%
There’s no money to buy your time
You left Earth too soon …
… and, you going to leave me soon
I believe …
It was I, needing you more than Him
I been jealous of Him …
Taking you from my …
Was it, really your time?
As they say in the song in 1972 by James Croce
“Time, in a Bottle”
What is the 1st thing you do?
I had to pause!
Would you save it?
Until, eternity passed away?
Who would you spend it?
How far would you go?
How would you draw it first?
Would you write it with your heart’s blood?
Would you look up to God and make a bet?
Would you taste time?
If you did, how would it taste?
Would you accommodate your mom?
Would you fight, once again?
Would you cradle her before she goes?
Would you sit and cry with her?
Would you tell her, you love her?
Before, she goes how really sorry are you?
This time, would you give her your heart as a gift
Before she takes her last breath, a last kiss?
Before, she begs you to forgive her …
Because, no instructions she had
You must know, she did her best
It was in her heart none saw …
Her very own instructions … it was love
There was all the laws with love
To make you a man or a woman
Was the only best emotion she knew
That was love … You must know, it’s been
Through love you live and are alive
It’s through love you’ll reach your God
Now, think if you can save time in a bottle
What would you do?
Hug your mom?
If she’s dying, you beg God for a chance …
I leave you to think!
I leave you with specific questions …
Will you run with time …
Would you grab your mom
… and give her a huge hug
… will you tell her before her light ends
… mom, I love you today and always
If you leave me and go to heaven …
It is now, your new place and your home
You’ll always in my heart, mom
I was in your heart first …
Just …
Say …
I love you … mom
My most precious mom
Until, we meet again …
You, were the best mom
I love you mom … I love you mom
I always will …
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet