My Unguarded Wings.

Because of your love, I am born; Because of your life, I live to love

And I’ll be putting you in the marrow of my being
the curves that shape your pretty face
those tinted eyes moistened so often by tears of joy and pain
those trembling lips that spoke of substance and love
the velvety black hair that stands aglow the purple skies

All those I have encoded quietly,
for I don’t want to lose the chance
nor just wait and let the autumn leave fall.

Because you are my light,
a heavenly creation that dazzled in perfection.
You enveloped me with your wings, let those be
calloused by rough hitting winds
struck hard by the lightning’s fury
and pierced by the sharpest of thorns.

Those wings of yours, once pure and illuminating
suddenly were coaled by iron ore
were blackened by the midnight’s sorrows
and ripped by rebellious hands.
It’s all because of me.

You felt cold while I was warmth;
You were hardened so I could be tendered.
Armored by your firmness, I have gone protected,
Bound by your selfless love, I savored the best
And graced by your presence, I am nourished.
It’s all because of you.

Unconditionally, everything flowed from you generously,
until nothing is left for you to consume.
You didn’t complain, even once.
You contented yourself with the cold,
lying unprotected in that empty space,
unrelieved inside that emaciated burrow.

While I remained inside your mighty wings,
comforted in all eternity.
While you exposed your finite humanity
into the deadly venoms of the earth.
I was in heaven amidst this world’s imperfections.

And now that time has come for you to fly –
to spread those calloused wings, soar above the pristine skies
You left me with tenacity to stand against the currents
You prepared me to face the world’s empty promises
You delicately formed in me the seed of love, immortal.

You might have not realized your own dreams,
nor achieved that professional success
that you aspired of since you were born;
You might not have experienced full the lures
and caprices of this substandard human world

Yet you have fulfilled the greatest mission there is –
That of sacrificing your life, your dreams
to rear your blood to be functional and principled,
to found a family of worth and dignity
That of becoming a MOTHER beyond compare.

In Memoriam
Maria Liwayway Nadal-Abril
25 May 1957 - 13 February 2007
my mom
my inspiration
my strength
my all