This Mother's Day Without You Strains Belief

This Mother's Day without you strains belief
In life and love and what it means to be,
But there is beauty in my lonely grief.
Your death is like a wound without relief,
Pain on pain as far as I can see,
And so this day without you strains belief.
What's the point of living when a thief
Can break into your heart so easily?
But there is beauty in my lonely grief.
You fell away from me, a withered leaf
Twisting down to darkness, leaving me
This day without you, chilling my belief.
And yet there's beauty in this burning brief
Bright burst of light that ends in agony,
Beauty in the cause of lonely grief,
The love I have for you, a jewel-like reef
In silent prayer beneath my empty sea.
This Mother's Day without you strains belief,
But there is beauty in my lonely grief.
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Mere Happiness Is Not the Song I'm Singing

Mere happiness is not the song I'm singing:
Of mothers' joy a jagged piece is pain.
To love is to be amply burdened, bringing
Hearts with gifts to an uncharted plain.
Even so, one longs to be a mother,
Remembering a richness unreserved
'Ere one could barely recognize another,
Sustained by love unsought and undeserved.
Deeper than oneself is one's communion,
A revelation reached alone by union
Yet yearned for, though through years of love well served.
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The strong link

The strong link

I grew up
For you.
Talar me. My acacia
He implores the coup de grace to your hands.

Flower
For you.
Cut me. My Lily
at birth he doubted be flower or candle.

I fluí
For you.
Drink me. Crystal
envy clear my spring.

Wings di
for you.
Match me. Moth,
your flame of filled with impatience I rodeo.

I will suffer for you.
Blessed be the damage that your love give me!
Blessed be the axe, blessed the network!
and celebrated are scissors and thirst!

Blood from the side
manaré, my beloved.
What more beautiful brooch, what more pleasant jewel?
that for you a sore Scarlet?

Instead of beads for my hair,
seven long spines hundiré among them.
And rather than tendrils I will put in my ears,
as two rubies, two bermejas embers.

I'll laugh watching me suffer.
And you guaguanco,
and then... more mine that you never will be!

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