(Mama)

Born from the mountains,

Born from the North,

Born from the love of the land.

 

Can you rely on me,

To carry you         as you    have carried me ?

 

     Through generations,

          Through oceans and through states,

 

To wed thy present and thy past,

 

To bring me here,    to this day.

 

As your mothers did for you

Your mothers whom I resemble

And I               who resemble you.

 

I see parts of you grown in parts of me.

Ridges of the mountains,

And fluidity of the sea,

Lightness of the air,

And burdens of the dirt

 

I rise,

 

I remove my crust,

 

And I take in some more light.