Sometimes when I lie awake watching you sleepA poem gets written in my headSeemingly the only appropriate responseTo the utter paradox of motherhoodThe bewildermentThe aching LoveThe fatigueAnd the crazy making I lie there watching youFinally quietThe most precious thing I ever sawStill innocentAnd smallThough growing and so tall “Te amo,” I whisper“Te amo mama” Her […]









