My Mother 

-¡What Glee!-

singing sweet melodies, with her lovings hands

she pulls water from my heart.

The pail against my bosom

and with happiness and love! The sweetest womb.

-¡What Joy!- In my soul.

She gives me love, she gave me life

her guardian angel watches over her.

it is already reciprocated!.

-¡What Joy!-

in my Mother, virtuous.

… My Mother  -¡How happy!-

waters her roses with my heart!

ã Carlos E. Rodezno Ponce