Cuanto Trabajo

I saw her stay alone
Wide open
The door of the years
I saw her know she was beautiful
I saw her stay alone
With four children in tow

How much work for
A woman to know
To stay alone and grow old

I saw her slowly fold
Her loneliness straight
I saw her shoulder the burden
Without lowering her head
And place sweats
With names and dates

I saw her burn the water
I saw her wet the fire
I saw her hands grow
Watching over our dreams
My mother was my father
My voice and my sustenance