Madre, when I cry you speak
you speak of faith, hope and surrender
you speak of the good to come
when time is time
you speak of resting in the arms of God
content, awaiting, present
Madre, when you speak I cry
you know of all I wanted
that I never got
you know I’ve been denied
with the little things
with the big things
Madre, you want to cause me joy
the AB CD, rice and eggplant
you pray for me
you pray every day
you ask, and demand and beg
that I get what I need
sooner rather than later
Madre, could I be more like you?
can you pack a year’s worth of wisdom
and ship it on to me
can you include a whole bunch of comfort
a bit of patience and a bit of joy
and ship it on to me
Madre, you say I’m delicate
you must know because you raised me
madre, keep asking
I won’t stop either
I’ll call with the good news
How I wish I could cry in your arms
the arms that know
the arms that accept
the arms that care
Madre, you do love me
you keep praying
I will too.
© 2007 tuttysan
