My mom must be cleaning out her home in PR because she found this. A poem I wrote for her on her birthday in November of 1994. Reading it again, and every word is still true. She sent the picture with a text saying thank you for loving her so. I’m smiling and just in awe that she’s kept it all these years.
It’s in Spanish, because that’s the only language I knew then. Maybe I should write in that language and see what I come up with? Might be a little rusty. Anyway, I’m pretty sure I’m her favorite daughter, cause I don’t think my sisters wrote her anything this good.
© Sara Febles