Los Versos Para Mi Madre
Julio Jaramillo
The Verses For My Mother
My mother is a poem
With white hair,
Who has on her lips
A gesture of forgiveness.
When after a long absence I return
She waits for me,
She hugs me like a child,
She kisses me passionately.
My mother is tiny
Just like a violet,
The sweet is in her soul,
The tears in the goodbye.
She owns my dreams,
Although I am not a poet,
The verses for my mother
Are inspired by God.
How beautiful my mother is
How lucky I am to have her
And how blessed to see her
Happy at home
Radiant with joy
Beside her children
Taking care of her grandchildren
How saintly my mother is,
Bless her, yes, bless her Lord.
My mother is a rose
With wilted petals
Who keeps her perfume
Close to her heart.
Living our anguish
I don't know how much she has cried
That's why when I mention her
I am filled with emotion.
My mother is like a painting
From a magical palette
A song of pain and tenderness
Everything is in her voice.
She owns my dreams,
Although I am not a poet,
The verses for my mother
Are inspired by God.
How beautiful my mother is
How lucky I am to have her
And how blessed to see her
Happy at home
