Marisol and her Mother, Rosa Spain
You have distanced yourself from the past and maybe you don’t know about the future anymore. But for me, you’re here in the present.
I still feel your mother’s love, with the certainty that it is more intense than before. You still give me shivers of happiness in exchange for nothing.
Your memories disappear, and I try to rescue them to bring them to the deepest parts of my heart. I refuse to let time be responsible for forgetting.
Waking up with you every morning is a gift. Seeing your smile as you raise the blind of your bedroom window, with your sights set on the sky, is like giving thanks for watching the sun rise. You speak of the pigeons that hover on the nearby roofs, close to you, as if that was the greatest event of the day.
For you, there is no routine, there is no hurt; you don’t even complain when you suffer. Even as you feel weak, your inner strength pulls you up to live