The poetry It becomes the perfect vehicle to express feelings and ideas in a sublime way. In that sense, the poems for the Mother’s Day They allow to convey those emotions with sensitivity and sweetness.
In this context, found feelings emerge: from nostalgia for the absence of a mother to tenderness that inspires her unconditional love. Each poem contains a different experience with which it is possible to identify.
Share poetry during the Mother’s Day It is a special alternative to manifest Love and gratitude To those who have educated with tenderness, delivery and affection.
Next, We present poems written by contemporary Guatemalan authorsideal to dedicate during this celebration or at any other time of the year.
Poems for Mother’s Day
1. Everyday miracritos
I don’t know if you imagine
what is behind things,
I do everyday miracritos
without being holy or devotee.
Everyday miracritos
To make your life better,
that seems cleaner your clothes
And richer your food.
That the chicken is not dry
And the tortillas are not cold,
That coffee is not very sweet …
Not very bitter life.
Ligia García and Garcia
2. Surrers in flowers
My mother said:
If you ever want a beautiful flower,
A lemon refreshing for heat afternoons
Or a seed:
Ask for it with love!
If someone sees you talking around
planting
flower
They will think you are crazy,
But some we will smile and say
What a great being!
They also live,
laugh,
Come live.
Mom, wherever I am
I still speak to flowers in your memory,
They answer me with emotion: Thank you.
Merary Chay
3. Rural mother
The water runs from the old board
and forms a stream
Moja your bare feet.
Gets up at dawn,
Light the fire in the Tenamaste,
Your water day begins,
of suns, of charges, of tears.
Only a comfort has:
Listen, at night,
The murmur of the dream of his creatures.
His years walk and age.
Today, forgetfulness drown.
Live alone; No one accompanies her
Miguel Tum Ajkot
4. Slog
How much did not know before being a mother:
How much loneliness, how much guilt,
how much uneasiness, how much uncertainty …
How fear!
If time could return, I would tell you:
Vení, mom, I comfort you.
Marcela Dubón
5. For Martha (Fragment)
Even being weed between your flowers,
You governed me with abundance patience,
sucking my arrogance with temperance,
outbursts that hid my fears.
Today that some time ago you left,
It seems to me that my payment was very poor,
And thinking that I would do more may that about,
I can’t remedy it because you already left.
Even so, I don’t feel the sadness,
Because I know you knew I loved you,
And among all the things you gave me,
You inherited me, above all, your strength.
Luis Fernando Molina
6. She (fragment)
If I could describe it with words,
This poem conato would not be so complex,
Because everything you try to capture, never
He would resemble his being in front of the mirror
I want to talk about her,
of your dreams, your charisma and love
of his indomitable soul, of his wisdom
of his fragility and his sad days
She is light wherever she goes.
She is peace, it’s an always extended hand,
is to give without receiving, because she always protects and cares
If it could be seen from my eyes,
I would know that I do not lie, and I repeat: that there is no more perfect creation,
that my eyes only seek to get lost in their pupils and
that his modesty falls in love and caresses the soul.
Gabriela Roca
7. Validity of tenderness (fragment)
For my pregnant mother
The word tenderness summoned the shared path
She was all smile in the streets.
For my mother illiterate mother
Pain survival was the reason for the dance of their bones
I washed out of others and ironed and served and cleaned
The bread was sweat and the smile was always a slight possibility when the sun fell
The office worker of a mother already buried
He still believes in tenderness as a universal balm
foundation of any step, caress open to time.
I, the son of the office officer, discover the desires of her mother illiterate
I reaffirm in my veins the tenderness, I walk, I write.
Pablo Sigüenza Ramírez