January
She comes every year
With hopes and dreams
And we welcome her
With exuberant and pops
The white snow flakes
Makes the air chill
And the dark nights
Become white and cold
She is the first in twelve
But the days are short
Rivers are frozen
And the wind is gray
Whatever, the whole world
Loves you and await your arrival
Dark Dream
Drizzling of rain jitter me
He’s there to grasp her; my daughter
With sly on his face came to me
Dark or bright crafty was he to hold my little one
Don’t take her I wailed but in vain
I saw the pain on her eyes
She squeezed her fist to get rid of his clasp
He walked faster and faster
And my little angle scurried looking at me
I suffered from dyspnea;
Couldn’t move, talk or yell
I am a mother, I need my child back
With all my power I got up
But I was on my bed and my child
Sleeping behind with a smile on her face
Yet I was shivering and suffocating
Looked around in search of those filthy hands
I clutched her and tried not to close my eyes