Memories of Mamí

My fondest memories are of watching my Mother put make-up on and dress for Sunday morning church. I remember gazing at her while she stared into the mirror perfecting her amazing eyes, cheeks and smile. Her collection of cosmetics and perfume decorating the dresser. It was usual for her to keep and maintain a flawless appearance. She would have it no other way. I constantly wondered why she worked so hard on her appearance if she was naturally gorgeous anyway.
 I cannot begin to explain how my Mother's smile lit up an entire room, or how her laugh contagiously spread across anyone who came near. I would see her enter places with the grace of a queen. She would glide through expressing kind words of comfort to everyone. People were drawn to her beauty as if she were a superstar. As if she were Marilyn Monroe. I wondered how she always kept it together.
I have memories of her graceful entrance, she would walk in and people would gleefully glare her way. As she would make her way inside, sometimes, I would stay behind to watch everyones reaction. It was always the same, nothing but smiles.

Aching Heart

This letter is for you
Long awaited but finally here
Darkness clouding judgement
Faith replaced with tears
Courage like a lion
Face filled with fears
I stare blankly at this paper
Its reflection reads me
While trying to grasp all emotions
And begin to spill through these sheets

This message is for you
Who ripped hearts whole
Crushing it in hands
While slowly taking soul
Taking spirit unique and yet unknown
Taking life too good for your own
Giving burden to those that loved
And those loved in return.

I write to you in agony
With pen leaking red
Ink bleeding over paper
Words seeping through
Reads right into the truth
She was too good for you
Soul burdened with pain
while faith continuously failing
I hold onto memory
With heart achingly ailing.