Bien, querida mamá (Good by Dear Momma)

Hoy un amigo mío perdió a su madre de ciento uno años. Miré desde mi casa en la colina como procesión de coches vienen a rendir homenajes a una gran dama. La familia y los amigos vendrán de tan lejos como Bolivia y Atlanta, Georgia. Todo el fin de semana Miguel saludó a la gente mientras los coches conducían delante de su casa; Parando a los parientes a la familia. Amigos y familiares que traen el regalo de la comida y recuerdos. Me quedé lejos de su casa, porque tenía tantos visitantes, no quería estar en su camino. Hoy Miguel vino a mi casa para pedirle que usara nuestro camino para su familia. Porque no hablo bien español, empecé a escribirle una carta a Miguel dándole mi apoyo. Se lo mostré y él estaba agradecido por mis sentimientos. Somos nuevos en Aguacate, aunque Miguel nos trata como amigos, me sentía incómodo interrumpiéndolo a él ya su familia durante su tiempo de dolor. Es increíble el flujo de amor por esta familia. Un flujo constante de amor atraviesa a su casa todo el fin de semana. Un verdadero testamento a una familia que es amistosa y generosa con una comunidad. Hoy es el funeral de su madre. Nos invitó a asistir, pero lo rechacé. Le dije que los funerales son para las familias y rezaría por él y su familia. Es un hombre asombroso. Siento su dolor; Perdí a mi madre hace unos años y la extraño mucho.

Llegó a pasar

Llegó a suceder; La gran anciana se fue al gran más allá.
Todos sus súbditos, sus hijos e hijas, para quienes le gustaban,
La consoló mientras buscaba la luz,
Disminuyó su dolor para darle claridad y perspicacia.

Para buscar a los que iban antes,
Aquellos cuyas historias eran leyendas de la sabiduría,
A través de la oscuridad del dolor pasado ella viajó,
A través de las sombras de la luz atormentada.

Pronto el resplandor del blanco se muestra claro
Sus tres hermanas que ella quería.
Madre y padre extendieron sus manos,
Acogiendo a su hija a la Tierra Prometida.

Esposo, con la cabeza baja,
Pedir perdón para rescatar su resplandor,
Tarnished por años abajo.
Con su sabiduría, ella daría.

Dos figuras entran en la luz,
El último en reconocer su gracioso vuelo.
Dos hermanos, sus hijos viajaron mucho,
Acogiendo al fin la gran anciana.

Su viaje completo, una vida bien vivida,
Su vaso dormía tranquilamente, daba todo lo que podía dar.
Llegó a suceder.
Su descanso es eternidad; Comienza una nueva vida.

Te echaré de menos, mamá.

Today a friend of mine lost his mother of one hundred and one years old. I watched from my house on the hill as procession of cars come to pay respects to a grand lady. Family and friends will come from as far away as Bolivia and Atlanta, Georgia. All week end Miguel greeted people as cars drove in front of his house; stopping to pay respects to the family. Friends and family bringing gift of food and remembrances. I stayed away from his house, because he had so many visitors, I did not want to be in his way. Today Miguel came to my house to ask to use our driveway for his family. Because I do not speak good Spanish, I began to write him a letter to Miguel giving him my support. I showed it to him and he was grateful for my feelings. We are new to Aguacate, although Miguel treats us as friends , I felt uneasy interrupting him and his family during their time of grief. It is amazing the flow of love for this family. A steady stream of love traverses to his house all weekend. A true testament to a family that is friendly and generous to a community. Today is his Mother’s funeral. He invited us to attend, but I declined. I told him funerals are for families and I would pray for him and his family. He is an amazing man. I feel his pain; I lost my mother a few years ago and miss her dearly.

 

It Came to Pass

It came to pass; the grand old woman went to the great beyond.
All her subjects, her sons and daughters for whom she was fond,
Comforted her as she searched for the light,
Eased her pain to give her clarity and insight.

To search for those who went before,
Those whose stories were legends of lore,
Through the darkness of past pain she traveled,
Through the shadows of light bedeviled.

Soon the glare of white shown clear
Her three sisters she held dear.
Mother and father held out their hands,
Welcoming their daughter to the Promised Land.

Husband, with his head held low,
Asking forgiveness to rescue his glow,
Tarnished by years below.
With her wisdom, she would bestow.

Two figures step into the light,
The last to acknowledge her graceful flight.
Two brothers, her sons long traveled past,
Welcoming the grand old lady at last.

Her journey complete, a life well lived,
Her vessel quietly asleep, it gave all it could give.
It came to pass.
Her rest is eternity; a new life begins.

I will miss you, Mom.

I wrote this poem with love and remembrance of my Mother.

 

 

Author: tmnugent

Poet Author. Living in Costa rica Pura Vida. Love to travel, play with my dogs and write poetry. My girlfriend and I enjoy life and could't be happier living here

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