Now I spend so much time seeing, thinking and being of one mind;
But you knew my eyes before I could call them mine.
Held me in your arms before I’d hold myself…
It’s a miracle, then, to be able to say to my maker:
Thank you, Mamá.
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Ahora paso tanto tiempo viendo, pensando y siendo de una sola mente; Pero conociste mis ojos antes de que pudiera llamarlos míos. Me sostuviste en tus brazos antes de que yo me sostuviera... Es un milagro, entonces, poder decirle a mi creadora: Gracias, Mamá.
J.T.
Short and sweet, with love that is understated but clear to see. I like this.
–Thelma T. Reyna