Mom,, without you,,,

¡Mom! Without you,
what other reason to come home...
have faith from birth in truthful love..
.the daily struggle...
the perennial walk the paths of war and pain?
without you, mon --- all deeds, in vain ---
'cause without you,
all walks are of thorns and pain

whether your life reside
the blue horizons of another land,
here on earth,
in blossom and aroma
upon your human garden,
or, beyond,
where you so well
the heavens gained in glorious births,
you, mom, inhabit the frontiers of never-ending dreams;
for it is your light of shadows mend, traversing all things created
upon the altar of our prayers,
for us, your fruit, in vigil guards the gates of life.