Amor De Madre

When I was little she took
my hand and kissed it
my mother taught me
first to walk
alone, you will walk
and she made me eat
watching an elevator
that was in the inner courtyard
and to love each other
the two of us
my mother taught me.

Not to cry at school
when she couldn't be there
to distinguish between the appreciation
that people could give me.

My dear mother taught me
to see life like a gentleman
and the face of God
my mother taught me

It's a mother's love that gave me
her style, her class, her voice
she told me not
to ever fall in love
with someone who could fail you
and she was right
my mother taught me

To shelter myself from the rain
with a real umbrella
to endure all the jabs
that the meanies wanted to give me

When I was little she gave me
her mother's love, her heart
my mother taught me
to sing with emotion
to not have the curse
and the face of God
and the face of God
my mother taught me
to love each other