I think that when my mother carried me in her belly
She watched the grass, from the raw green wheat
To the yellow reflexes;
I think my mother walked her body
Through the orchards with fruit bearing trees
And only then has decided
To be born a child with green eyes.
They are happy, the children who feed
From the milk of the mother, with her lullaby,
Feeding the imagination with fairy tales,
Receiving the fluid of love in the heart...
The moments in which the crying stops,
And the smile appears on the face of the child...
How many times in life do we yell for our mother!
When I was hungry or thirsty,
When I was afraid,
When I needed to be caressed,
I only had to yell “mother”
My mother, my sweet mother!
Today what I wouldn't give to look
Into her olive colored eyes,
Like the Virgin Mary's!