Madre, Te recuerdo
Day 33
Going over old family pictures I came across many of my late grandma whom I never met. This particular trip has me a lot more curious about my family, and especially the ones closest to me that I never met.
At my parents place, in the middle of the staircase, is a poem that my dad wrote to his mother after she passed away as a way of remembrance and to keep her memory alive.
If you come to my place, and walk up the stairs, you will see it right in front of you. Impossible to miss and is a bittersweet reminder of a son's love to his mother.
Here is the poem, in its original language. Translate as needed.
Madre, te recuerdo
Hoy te recuerdo mas
Desde aquel frio Enero
En que partiste.
Recuerdo el gélido beso
Que posé sobre tu frente
Pero, hoy te recuerdo mas
Porque has tenido la virtud
De borrar el tiempo
M. J. Terrero Cuesta
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