An Ode to Ma is for my adoptive mother, Remedios “Meding” Rivero, who took care of me since I was one year old. She raised me and loved me like her own child even when she already had four children. An Ode to Ma Who’s gone afar Above the heavens She became a star My Ma, I remember Her love and care Never ceased to show that she is always fair Amongst us, her children not four but five I am the fifth but not from her hive The one she kept to nurture and chide As I am the one who was not her child. My Mama, not mine…
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To Our Baby, Raymund Eli Munoz (March 22, 2004)
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My Lost Child
I have lost a child. A child who never saw my face, And never touched my skin. My child, my son, we named Eli. He did not see the light of day In the eve of the 10th day. He was strong, but I was weak. My body couldn’t hold him ‘Til he is ready to peek. That child, we longed for A son to carry our name. A little lamb to his mama Who only wanted to caress him. Wouldn’t it have been wonderful If I carried him to term? For he would’ve been fifteen now, A strong, young man, That his mama would have loved. What could he…
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Raindrops
Raindrops Splashing on my roof It’s cold but warms my soul It’s wet but dries my eyes My body eases as I hear its downpour My heart’s creases stretch to its core. Raindrops How I love its sounds as it pounds on the ground It’s cold but it’s bold It’s wet but it lets My fervor to adore Until the last drop on the floor.
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Wallflower
It never occurred that wallflowers wilt, when the soil freezes over from a lack of warmth, and the roots that once reached out in all directions have been pulled up from the dirt. Silence is not as welcoming as it once was the lightness of it seeping into skin as easily as breathing– instead bled through with heavy-handed darkness, can’t be left alone to think lest it settle across my shoulders once again. The fear keeps from taking things in when I most wanted to remember. (by Ana-Sofia Muñoz) (Written by my daughter and was featured in “An Ode to the Writing Process: Writing in the Raw” /HLPUSD Literary Magazine).…
