Friday, April 07, 2006

Keeping watch with Eileen
I cry.

Today is my mother's birthday.
She would have been 91.
She died three years ago.
Like it was yesterday.

On this same day in 1997
I almost died, too.
I remember the morphine dreams.
The pain of broken bones.

The mystery of death and dying
Silences me.
So I light candles.
Let the light speak.

La Luna, La Esperanza.

My mother's name is
Esperanza Luna.

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