Olvidada (forgotten)

My mother’s name is lost 
to everyone beyond her children.

“She was beautiful.
What was her name?”,
others would say to me  
when shown her image 
hanging silently on the wall.

In the chanting of it—their wind 
echoes my death back in a cloud 
of disinterested kindness
and muttered miseries.
  
They know only their faces,  
the renamed mountains and rivers,
the new language of their exile.

Not that— 
she was wind born— 
knew her better name.

Posted

January 9, 2025

JONATHAN MOYA

Tags:

exile, forgotten, Mother, olvidada (forgotten), Poem, poetry, son

Comments

3 responses to “Olvidada (forgotten)”

Chico’s Mom

January 9, 2025

Thanks for sharing. This is touching and sad.

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JONATHAN MOYA

January 9, 2025

Thanks. Appreciate.

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syreal

March 24, 2025

The spirit is an enchanting mystery. To the life we all share!

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