Your hands and knees
hit the floor
with your head to the ground
you let out a blood curling scream
leaving goosebumps on my body
and my eyes wide open
“Deja de llorar”
Slips from my mouth and into your ears
“La luz de mi vida ya no brilla,
mi piel arrugada y fea,
mi cuerpo ya está cansado,
como puedes decir
“Deja de llorar”
My head jerks back
and my arms fall by my side
“Deja de llorar”
Slips from my mouth once more
But this time i’m saying it to myself
The realization that your mother is growing old is terrifying and that you can't do anything to stop it, is what inspired me to write this. (Even though my mother passed away a while ago, i've seen my aunt grow old and I feel like it can be applied.)