TO MY MOM

The Aloe
The Aloe that healed her wounds is no   longer here, neither is she.
Hanging from the walls of my thoughts,
sadness.
Meanwhile, she untouched, remains where everything live for ever, waiting for another twilight of the moon.

 A deep silence
There is a deep silence at home that shakes me.
A silence that stirs up the pain. 
The walls seem to have faded.
Windows and doors creak as if they were weeping.
The ceiling seems to be lower and there isn´t enough 
 air coming into the rooms.
The plants on the balcony don´t grow, they seem to
 have come to a stand-still. 
 And even,  the street looks like it´s different.
 There ´s a deep  silence that stirs the pain.
 We are missing her voice.
 I am missing her.