mom poem

It was dark ...
Only ray of light in your eyes.
Taught me to breathe
and your insides caressed my fragile body.
He dreamed of colors
and I imagined beautiful
were nine months in a pink world.
I grew up a little with your heat
feed me with your touch
and words of love.
The time came
going to meet you
was well protected
afraid of losing ...
There was light
one morning in February,
there were you mom
so wonderful and so sweet
as I had imagined.
I learned with the passage of time
and my dangerous wanderings
each of your tips
worth every act
of my nineteen years
and dreaming of becoming
I think far,
with your words
involving my experiences
and intimidate the fears
of my youth.