Wednesday, March 9, 2022

A Mother's Love

Yesterday, Hortensia, the mother of my close friend Yanin passed away. This is the poem I wrote to Yanin:

I wish I could relieve your strain and bring you joy instead of pain.

But as day follows night, so will the light, and as you will see, so for you, your mother's love will always be.



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