My tears soaked
my blue shirt
the day my mother moved.
Away far away
to a place where pesos
turn to dollars.
For a better life.
I recall hearing over and over
I did not understand my single mother.
The adults in the room sat
and talked, while I dangerously,
screamed and sobbed.
Like an animal I trampled
back and forth
barking no, please no.
With their calm faces
they tried to tame me.
Throbbing eyes, gnashed teeth I say no.
But promises where made about
some return. That before I knew it
I would wreck into her arms, again.
Quickly. My solemn peace was robbed
by my own thoughts that
inevitably finished me off.
How long until she left?
No matter how hard I tried
the damned question entered my mind.
I did not want to find out but
like the pain in my cavity
I had to relive myself and ask.
When?
The word slid
of my tongue and crashed
through my teeth.
Tonight…
The word shot
through my ears
and rattled my soul.
My tears soaked
my blue shirt
the day my mother moved.
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