Un Poema dedicado a Yautia

[Leticia_g]

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En las Alas de mi Águila!


¡Era una presa,
aunque conocía a mi captor muy bien
Sí, lo vi llegar,
pero todavía lo dejé llevarme,
a su mundo.......a su dominio!
él me levantó a su manera.... hasta el cielo
en sus alas de águila, tuve una gran experiencia,
una que jamás podré olvidarme.

Le diré que sorprenderá a cualquier persona,
la maravilla de ver y sentir,
lo que he disfrutado, lo que he sentido!

¡El placer de volar mas arriba de las nubes.... a la vez,
siendo sostenido por tu águila.... mientras vuela!

Siempre enseñándote todo lo que no sabes,
a la vez sosteniéndote muy cerca,
ayudándote a desarrolla....crece.....nunca impedientote.... sí!

¡Esas alas de mi águila me llevaron, a un paraíso, le tengo que decir,
Donde la vida puede permanecer....quieta,
y uno no realiza que tiene su terraplén,
de los placeres de la vida, que son simples aunque,
muchos no se den cuenta, El significado de volar libre!

¡Mientras viajo a través distintas tierras,
las que mi águila conocía muy bien,
Estaba cautivada por lo que encontré,
Pues era el placer más simple de la vida!

No puedo esperar sentirlo otra vez,
Con mi águila y en sus alas, donde él me llevará,
a los lugares desconocidos por mí, mientras me sostiene tiernamente.

¿Díme ahora... mi águila, por qué estas mas allá de las nubes?
¡No puedes bajar hacia mí, pues quisiera que me lleve a volar lejos!

8/5/02 derechos reservados
por Leticia Gutierrez


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[Leticia_g]

On My Eagle's Wings
COPYRIGHTED 2002

I was a prey, though I knew my captor very well
Yes, I saw him coming, yet I let him take me somehow
Into his world…. into his dormain.
He lifted me way up to the sky on his Eagle's wings.

What an experience it was, one I cannot forget
For it would marvel anyone just to see and feel what I have!
The pleasure of flying so high, being held by your Eagle, as you fly
Teaching you all that you don't know, yet holding you very close...

Helping you develope and grow… yes!
Those Eagle's wings took me away, to a paradise I must say
One where life can stay very still, yet you don't realize that you have your fill,
Of life’s pleasures, which are simple yet, many can't seem to see,
What it means when they set you free!

As I traveled through many lands, that my Eagle surely knew,
I was mesmerized by what I found,
To be the simplest pleasure of life!
I can't wait to experience this again,
With my Eagle and on his wings, where he will carry me
To places unknown to me while holding me tenderly.

Tell me my Eagle now, why are you so high up the cloud?
Can't you come down to me, so I can fly away with thee!

[Suki]

Leticia,
I am sorry I did not reply earlier to your poem. I read it days ago. Today a friend of mine who is Japanese and lives in China sent me flowers and it was in honor of my mother. There are good days and bad days. Some days I just can't respond.

Today is my son's birthday. He is ten years old. I am realizing that my mother's influences on the last days of her life on him were good ones that he remembers. He spent almost the last days of her life with her, and she worked with him and bought him books and read with him and taught him many things and did what she did with him as she does with all children. She nurtured his spirit. And for that I am grateful.

I could not read the poem again....me hizo llorar. Gracias Leticia.

Suki

[Jacob-Estrada]

Sorry to hear about your mothers passing.

JE

[Leticia_g]

Originally Posted by Suki

[size="5"][b]Leticia,
I am sorry I did not reply earlier to your poem. I read it days ago. Today a friend of mine who is Japanese and lives in China sent me flowers and it was in honor of my mother. There are good days and bad days. Some days I just can't respond.

Today is my son's birthday. He is ten years old. I am realizing that my mother's influences on the last days of her life on him were good ones that he remembers. He spent almost the last days of her life with her, and she worked with him and bought him books and read with him and taught him many things and did what she did with him as she does with all children. She nurtured his spirit. And for that I am grateful.

BTW...wish your son a Happy Birthday....he is a libra like me...lol

I could not read the poem again....me hizo llorar. Gracias Leticia.

Suki[size="5"][/SIZE ="5"]

Suki...believe me I truly understand what you are saying....I went through it three times in one year...I lost my dad, my father n law and then my husband....and many times I still accept they are gone. the pain gets better with time...yet the memory will always be with you. You will see it in everything that she did with you and for you. It is so good that she was able to influence your son for any given time. That is what is missing in today's society. I understand you not wanting to read the poem....it was her favorite of my collection.

cuidate and mantente activa pues se que es dificil escribir o hacer las cosas despues de una perdida de un ser amado.

Siempre...Lety