A mother is a mother..
For being a daughter of a mother,
For being the mother of a brother.
A mother is multiple hearts
And Holograms of souls
For EVERY child her womb has owned..
Whether birthed with success
or beheld by God from breathing it’s first breath
Planned or aborted, given to be adopted
or in some way distorted
Conceived naturally or scientifically pre-ordered,
I’ll even grant the ones that were wanted her whole life..
but her uterus never got it’s issues sorted…
YOU.. are my heart.
TU eres mi sonrisa impenetrable
Es dulzura tierna TU imagen
TU eres mi principe azul
TU eres mi reina adorada
Mi esencia atterizada y a la misma vez
Son mis almas voladas
YOU..are my heart
YOU are more than a child, a thought, a plan or an obsession
YOU are more than an oops, more than a trap, even if one or more of your parents experienced the thought of having YOU, as a question
YOU are more than an identity, more than a lineage continued
YOU are the heart of the woman who formed YOU uncontrollably
YOU are the heart of the woman who gave to God, YOUR development,
YOU are the heart of a woman who couldn’t wake without feeling ill
She couldn’t sleep from YOUR footprints on the inside of her bowels
Or the hooking of her lower rib cage by YOUR small feet.. and still..
Endured the fear of delivering until it finally came to pass
Some of us giving birth only in the company of strange faces
Wondering how much longer the pain would last
YOU are the heart of this woman whose love for YOU, cannot be surpassed.
Whether she knows how to love or left YOU on day two on a stoop,
YOU are forever the heart of a woman – who held YOU, in her womb.
YOU are not your situation, YOUR accomplishments, or YOUR goals
YOU are not your failures, YOUR burned bridges or a lost soul
YOU ARE THE HEART OF A WOMAN whose love for YOU is forever a compass to God’s road.
Camila Sofi, for my mom, Rita.