Madre, poema para un día especial [ES/EN]

Madre

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Una mujer se aferra desde dentro
cuando en su vientre
hace nido el milagro.

Una mujer no le teme al dolor
que viene del castigo
con que alumbra la vida.

Una mujer se ofrece en sacrificio
y su seno es la fuente
de la savia materna.

Una mujer muestra uñas y dientes
si alguna sobra oscura
vuela sobre su hoguera.

Una mujer es la eterna guardiana
aunque los años pasen
y estén fuertes las alas.

Esa mujer no necesita honores
basta con solo uno
¡Qué la nombremos, Madre!

Mother, poem for a special day

The second Sunday of May arrives, a date in the calendar when many countries dedicate a well-deserved tribute to mothers. Any day is a good enough pretext to honor those who have earned the privilege of being called Mothers. But today is a special day where we have the opportunity to make that feeling superlative, and make them the center of our attention.

A mother only needs her children to be happy. Many are the causes that can separate us, but today we can shorten distances and give them our presence. That will be an appreciated gift.

But even if your presence is impossible for some reason, do not fail to call her and make her laugh. A song or a poem can be the perfect accomplice to fill the void.

To all the loving and hard-working mother bees of the Hive, my gift in verse arrives on this day.

Congratulations.🌻💛

Mother

A woman clings from within
when in her womb
nests the miracle.

A woman does not fear the pain
that comes from the punishment
with which she gives birth to life.

A woman offers herself in sacrifice
and her breast is the source
of maternal sap.

A woman shows nails and teeth
if some dark leftover
flies over her bonfire.

A woman is the eternal guardian
even if the years go by
and the wings are strong.

That woman needs no honors
just one is enough
Let us name her, Mother!

_{Contenido original de ✏️ Original content by @leopard0
Escrito original en Español ✒️ Translated with DeepL.com (free version)
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