La Ultima Carta

Abandoned and poor, like a human wreck
In the early hours of a gray morning,
A mother in anguish, dying of sorrow
In a sad room of the Muñiz hospital.

She was a poor old woman defeated by grief
With a huge soul, a heart so noble,
All the love of a mother, so pure and sacred
She had for the son who was locked up in prison.

But she never had the joy of seeing him even once
She uselessly asked for a son’s kiss,
And she clutched in her hands the last letter
From the son who one day, died in the pen.

A sweet hope kept her going in life
The blessed hope of being able to hug him,
The dear and good one, whom cursed fate
Tore away forever from the warmth of home.

An anguished grimace broke from her lips
That couldn’t kiss her son as he died,
If anything, she seemed more like a suffering shadow
Her poor little body tired of suffering.