Mother’s Love
In the beginning when Eve begot
A son who she called Cain
His brother Able who he fought
Without a reason to explain
How quickly he could get so hot
And briefly go insane
She really loved her son a lot
Which brought her so much pain
When he did what he should not
After he lost control again
Both were gone but not forgot
One cast out the other slain
A mother forgives without a thought
She will remember without refrain
A mother’s love does not boycott
Nor does it ever seem mundane
A mother’s love is all she's got
When only the memories remain
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
I can't know you. I can't hold you, but I love you it's true. Your my son and I love you
that will always be true. I think of you day and night, sometimes I dream of you, and
we're at the zoo, or playing in the sand and I look up at you. Sometimes I think I see the
two year old I knew and them I look around and your nine years old. But if you never see
me and you never know me, just remember Jesus loves you and he can save your sole. That's
the most important thing that you need to know, so happy birthday son right now I got to
go. I hope you have a good birthday, I hope you always know that I love you son and that
will never change.
Lullaby of my native mother
Aahraro Aahraro My dear son
You are born to rule this land
with love and everlasting peace
Aahraro Aahraro My dear love
sleep my son by closing your floral eye lids
to work for this land and to your people
Aahraro Aahraro My Sweet honey
Talk my son to write many new epics
for enriching your mother tongue
Aahraro Aahraro My beloved soul
play my son with lions and tigers
to fight with the cruels and devils
for establishing the empire of peace
Aahraro Aahraro My rising sun
wake up my son from this bed of poverty
to pave the way to our prosperity
Aahraro Aahraro My sweet memories
work for peace of this world
to raise this world as heaven
Aahraro Aahraro My dream product
work in the fields as much as possible to you
to eradicate hungry from this world
Aahraro Aahraro now you sleep my son
to realize all these in your life
Now You Sleep my son as a sleeping Ocean
[Aahraro Is a word Used by our native mothers to make their children to sleep]
Oda a Nuestra Madre
Madres son la razón
Madres son el amor,
Que guardamos en el corazón.
Madres ignoran los
Malos comportamientos
Y siempre nos indican
Los caminos más abiertos
Te tenemos en lo más
Profundo de nuestro ser
Y gracias te damos
Por enderezar nuestro crecer
Aunque nunca declaramos
Que de ti necesitamos
La amiga que eres siempre
Y en ti la encontramos
Nuestra amistad es una
Que como la rosa abre
Y florece en una
Dichosa Madre.
Por: Nena Enriquez