Mother’s Day

It was dark…
Just the bright light of your eyes.
You teach me how to breathe
and your guts touch my fragile body
I dream with colors
and picture you beautiful
it was nine months of a color rose world.
I grow up with your heat
I fed of your touch
and your loving words.
The moment will come
I’m going to meet you
I was so protected
with fear of losing you.
The light has come
in a morning of September
mom there was you
so sweet and amazing
just like I was pictured you.
i learn with the pass of time
and in my dangerous road
of every one of those advices you gave me
cherished in every step
of my nineteen years
and dreaming every time
that I’m away from you
with your words
that move my life
and sent away all the fears in my life.