Ten fingers, ten toes
let me count the feelings since the moment you came into my world One. The Ecstasy I felt the day I found out that you were in your mother's womb Two. Tenderness, when I saw you for the first time that day when you were born Three. wonderment, the first time I held you in my arms in awe.. Four. Happiness, the day you came home Five. Proud, as friends and family showered you with love Six. Excited, when you mustered your first words Seven. Scared, those nights when the only thing you seemed to want to do was cry Eight. Overjoyed, with the silly faces or noises that made you laugh Nine. Exhausted, because my parents were right, parenting it’s a difficult task Ten. Blessed, for every single second that you have been in my life Eleven. Astonished, at how little I mind that my own life seems on pause Twelve. Cautious, checking a thousand times, each night, on you Thirteen. Trepidation, as I watched the first step you took Fourteen. Pain, every single time that you got hurt Fifteen. Hopeful, that your life will be long and mine will too Sixteen. Resolute, that there is not a thing I wouldn’t do for you Seventeen. Surprise, that by teaching you about life I learned as much as I taught Eighteen. Mystified, that your presence in my life could bring so much joy Nineteen. Impotence, whenever you get sick and I wish I could make you feel better Twenty. In love, realizing that you will have me counting forever... Nestor Gomez 5/25/17
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Wave and Sand
Ola y Arena You were a wave that came to beach on my sand Tu fuiste una ola que mi playa vio llegar covering me tenderly without giving me time to react me cubriste tiernamente sin darme tiempo a reaccionar before I realized, I had tasted your salt cuando menos me di cuenta, ya había probado de tu sal you soaked me completely in that loving way you have empapaste mis arenas con tu esencia, tu humedad erasing any footprints that had been left before you arrived. y borraste cualquier huella, que antecedieron tu llegar. The tenderness of your character La ternura de la espuma, de tu personalidad left no space in me, that didn’t get wet no dejo en mi arena alguna, que no se quiso mojar you formed a lagoon, insinuating that you’d stay tu formaste una laguna insinuando no marchar but you are a wave and turned back to the sea in the end pero al cabo siendo ola, te volviste hacia el mar dragging my dream, which to swim never bothered to learn. arrastrando mis anhelos, los que no sabian nadar. It is in vain for me to wait, you are never coming back Es en vano que te espere, se que no has de regresar you have gone to other places with the tide la marea que te trajo te ha llevado a otro lugar but from the encounter, of your water and my sand mas de aquel encuentro nuestro, de tu agua y mi arenal you will carry parts of me wherever you are llevaras en ti vestigios del arena de mi amar the same way I still conserve the memory of your salt. asi como yo aun conservo, el recuerdo de tu sal. I know that someday, I will forget your love Se que un dia con el tiempo de tu amor me he de olvidar because your memory will dry out like water in the sun porque el sol de la distancia tu recuerdo a de secar but inside me I still discover your moisture, at least for now mas por ahora en mis adentros, aún descubro tu humedad because you reached deep inland where no one did before pues tu llegaste tierra adentro donde nadie antes jamás and in my sand I still keep the smell of your salt. y mi arena aun conserva, la fragancia de tu sal. Nestor Gomez 3/31/2015 Nestor Gomez 7/19/2013 - (Hyphenated) American
because you see me waving a flag that does not contains stripes and stars and it enrages you to see my delight without taking the time to know that my pride is born from the pain of being so far for so long, from my native land. - (Hyphenated) American because you scream at me that “your” language I must learn meanwhile, you can’t even pronounce my name but I’m not surprised that you can’t manage to learn one word when your history you still refuse to learn and own - (Hyphenated) American you confuse the Hyphen with a minus sign adding a prefix to your narrative of who I am in your eagerness to minimize my worth you forget that adding doesn’t make me less, it makes me more you ignore that one day I took an oath in front of a judge and I was declared by my pledge and by the law not African-American nor Native-American not Latin-American nor Asian-American not - (Hyphenated) American, just American same as you Nestor Gomez 04/22/2019 |
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