November 26, 2010
You Go
That might be the last time I’d see you again
Everything we shared in that small room
When you said goodbye, I knew I wouldn’t
Stop you. You had to go just like the others
In your backpack and sandals armored with
Faith and will like a bull. What we had together
Every time you asked me – was an apex in
My womb that desired Heaven
Our room was the core where we all played
Oracles buckled tightly pushing walls to contain
Wise words and dreams sewn like vines never
letting
Go of each other. Our hymns echoed
Like harps of angels, I dug your ribs of gold
Alone with my hands, chiseled to raise you
Above all
I cuddled you in my bosom and wept for
All that haunted you.
When you fight and
Fire your bullets they become thunder on
Me and a sun melting the earth
Don’t forget, if we’d separate I am
Your mother. My foremilk and blood
Suckled for you,
An offering on the Tabernacle
I would always wait, wait in the temples
In the glory of Christ’s
Reign forever.
Rosalinda Flores Martinez, ishallwrite
November 26, 2010
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