I am sad today It is not from love But my family What could they be doing? Saying? Without me being there? There they are, far away, And I here, so lonely I want to cry, I cry in silence
My dear mother, how could she be doing? My siblings, what could they be fighting over? I don't want them to think of me Or that they miss me I only want their company and warmness
The bread is soaked in coffee And we spend time together Till we part away to dream
A *** of water is boiled With some rice We add cinnamon, milk and sugar When everything is ready we wet the bread in it And we all spend time together on the sweet morning And from there we part ways until convening later in the day or night To be a family again.
That is why I am sad, I sleep and wake The night and day And it's only me There is no rice, No tea or coffee Or the warmness of my family
I become saddened
Yeah. Originally written in Spanish. Feel free to correct my grammar and comment on the poem. Oh, the *** of water thing is for a hot drink called atole, which is consumed early in the morning, late at night or in chilly days. Thank you!