Amor de Madre

December 13th of the year eighty at three twenty-four A.M
A white baby with blue eyes, brown hair is born
The mother with much pride after so long
Finally smiles with excitement
She cried restlessly, the nurse asks, what is the reason

Because the father only six months
Of that pregnancy abandoned them
He left no reason or traces
One morning he left and never returned
And the mother doesn't forget that day
That the ungrateful man failed her

The eight-month-old boy resembles his father and already says mama
Conflicts arise
And Welfare is not enough and no one wants to help
It only matters to understand that her son needs to eat

And the rent is two months behind
The money coming in doesn't cover anything
Decisions that mother made
Prostitution led her to progress
And that child never realized
What his mother did for him, nothing more

Years go by, and the beautiful boy of mommy, mommy
Lives like a king
Nothing was denied to him. Yes, he was indulged in everything
Conceited and arrogant, the young man has become and thinks he's the best

By his mother's sweat, he has a new car
And only wears Armani
Only one childhood friend
And many enemies due to his personality

When you grow up
I want you to be a lawyer, or a great military man
Don't forget you don't have a father
And the girlfriend you choose must love you
I am your mother, your father, and your friend
Were the words of that mother

This is the story of an insatiable mother
Who, raising her son, made a mistake
She didn't listen to advice, followed her feelings
And although she sold her body, she fought for her son

A mother's love is infinite
That fruit in the womb is a gift from God
Sometimes we make mistakes
And this poor woman had no other choice

December 16th of the year 2003
He is no longer a child, he is twenty-three
The mother crying, her son has changed
He has bad friends and also uses drugs

She gave him advice, but he never listened to his mother
One day officials knocked on the door
Looking for a murderer matching his description
The mother didn't believe it and crying said: My son didn't kill anyone
And the mother crying in sorrow shouted in tears: Have mercy on me, God

She didn't care about the evidence
Her son was innocent in her heart
While the son suffered in jail
His mother suffered more and died

The son now reflects on how good his mother was and how he never appreciated her
He blames himself entirely and remembering how she was is a punishment from God