A Tribute to my Mother
Clad with chisel and hammer she kept gouging the hard marble, etching figures, names and symbols that serve as mementos for the long lost love. She tames the marble forging it like statues, so men remember upon her creations the memory of the past.
Standing at the other side of the road, I cant help but smile at the most important person in my life, Her hair like black paint, serves as the frame of her old and weary face, reflecting the hard toil and hope she kept inside. If masons labored the Parthenon and Leonardo draws the Mona Lisa, she was in simplest ways built the world. She was the source of all that is pure, unselfish and heroic, in the spirit and life of her children. If Helen once conquered Troy, plunged all the nations into war, and gave the earliest, as it is the greatest, epic which has come down through all the time, she was Homer her words brought it to its very existence. Chisel and hammer, guided by pencils and rulers she made mans noblest achievement.
She was born poor, born to a family of 14, at a very young age she already knew what needs to be done, her family was her inspiration, her motivation to need a life worth living, she did everything to lift herself out of poverty, though life is hard and friends come and go, she finally found the ultimate reason to go even further, the day she give birth to her siblings, the moment she promised to give them the life she never had. They were the moving force that made her decide, though her heart was bleeding, to leave them.
Labor made her like a man, with arms large enough to lift a ton, with a figure of hard work of her early years, for she had spent her youth creating a future for what she values most. She was proud of her dirty hands, though rough, knobbed and callused, hands that had helped so many, including me, a hand that guided me and took me on this road. Her face was a picture of love and hope, the look that could inspire, motivate, the figure you could always look upon when the road is bleak and the going is tough.
She is no longer here but far away
Life was a great challenge for her.
She was an Engraver for all I know.
She was my mother and my friend, the very person that gave me life and built her world around me. I am forever grateful that I am given such a mother. A mother that had guided me all these years, Mama I love you very much.
Benedick Barrameda Villanueva
Bachelor of Science in Nursing
Gaebriel
[September 2005 | 2nd year English Subject Term Requirement]
