La Casa de Mi Madre

My mother's house
Smells like breezes of geraniums
Strolling in the yard
The years sneak by
And a song
Fills the silences

My mother's house
Holds spaces of nostalgia
Playing in its corners
Our childhood has stayed
And that hope
Fills the silences

And today I return to find myself
On the path of the old vacant lot
The road has brought me back to my mother
And to her hands of Moon and quince

And today I return to find myself
In the sky, the night, and the river
The road has brought me back to my yard
And to its scent of suncho and

My mother's house
Is the days that have fallen away
Sipping mate in the winters
In the shade of the orange tree
And that color
Fills the silences

My mother is a rain
Watering in February
Healing my wounds
With herbal teas
And that flavor
Fills the silences

And today I return to find myself
On the path of the old vacant lot
The road has brought me back to my mother
And to her hands of Moon and quince

And today I return to find myself
In the sky, the night, and the river
The road has brought me back to my yard
And to its scent of suncho and cricket