To my mother

Mother's Day

What to write to you on this second Sunday of May, my mother, on such a special day that transcends in time?

It does transcend, because your eternal absence evokes perpetual gratitude accompanied by wise teachings, noble advice, a humble, independent, respectful, human, solidary formation, impregnated in my heart that never forgets you.

Although today you are not with me physically, I always appreciate that without much instruction but with a strong character and convicting principles, you always grew in defense of my education.

Your greatest concern was to see me fulfilled, a commitment that I never let down until the day of your last farewell.

Mother, I always remember your unlimited dedication to hard work, to the agricultural labors that required waking up early to meet you in the furrow.

I also remember your commitments of washing and ironing, previous contracts with neighbors to help with the personal expenses of your university studies, I also remember your scoldings and sentences in the face of certain actions that you reproached.

Mother, when your farewell was without warning, leaving an immense void in our home and family, I admire your greatness in assuming that perfect combination of mom and dad, without qualms, with full kindness, of pure love.

Mother, this second Sunday of May, there will be no gifts as tradition evokes, because your body and soul rest in absolute peace, but my flowers accompanied by respect, modesty

Mother, your light not only shines in the firmament, because in the earthly world you were and will be the inspiration of the good path.

Today when I do not have you, I am satisfied to have fulfilled unconditionally with you, I am proud to know that you are the seed that continues to bear fruit; you are the feeling of unconditional love, the comfort that is never lost.

Today, I want to THANK YOU for everything you have given me. When my eyes have not been able to see you for more than two years, your image and teachings do not leave my mind and heart because you are always present, Mom.


Moraima Zulueta Gómez

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