When you see her face you will think of a pensive Kathy, or a posing one for the photograph, or of a beautiful woman showing that kind of serenity that only selfconfidence gives...then, if you are one of those that can see beyond the beauty of the eyes, you will see the mother that never forget, but with a smile that wouldn't you to see the tears...

Dedicated to Kathy Armijo


When everybody follows the rules
that says to us “live must go on,”
a mother never forget, nor her ears
will be empty after hearing the sound
of those three little angels that were
and that are by the will of mighty God
somewhere where peace reigns and
nobody needs to explain what’s love.

The empty places that nobody see are
there, even if they see them not more,
when once small spaces where designed
inside a mother’s heart taking it all,
the good with the bad and the pain
which crushes that fragile, her hope,
even when reason says that happens,
mothers never entertain such thoughts.

Flowers will be cut with a tear or two,
remembering those angels that are gone,
which hundred years from now they will
be her little ones which smiles couldn’t
to a mother that expected each child
to come to her as a special envoys
of future of tender caress and kisses
when she reached to be so very old.

She still wait for them, despite the rules
saying to her that “live must go on”