This is a tribute I wrote to my mother who passed when I was an infant. When I share it in public, I still tear up after all these years…
“Oh, she died so young!”
Who are we to tell?
Not one of us knows
Or even our very last hour
So isn’t that declaration a bit pompous?
What if it was her time?
I used to be sad
I used to lament
Oh si mi madre paso..
She was way, way too young!
What if perhaps she DID sing all of her songs
And didn’t leave any unsung?
What if she did complete her assignment by giving me life?
What if she made her exit
So I would have a grand entrance?
What if she walked off the stage
So I could be a strong voice for this age?
What if she did her last painting
So I could fulfill my purpose and destiny without fainting?
What if she held me close once
So I could hold others forever?
What if my cheek she one time caressed
So I could with my hands touch the oppressed and depressed?
What if she and I are one and the same?
She went before me
So I can forever her love proclaim….
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013-2014