I never got to tell her that I loved her
I never got to tell her that I admired her
I never got to tell her that my father is a great man
I never got to tell them to stop taking advantage of him
I never got to tell her that if they loved me more than him,
I didn’t want that love
I never got tell my grandmother,
the mother of my father
that her being good to others
but not loving to my father enraged me.
I never got to tell her that I thank her for dying,
because only then I came to see
the great father I have in front of me.
She will never see this,
as she is in a deep sleep.
But I thank her,
porque la sangre de indio, es el mejor regalo que nos dio.
A los dos.
The words I never said I write
In order to make things right
I need closure cause I’m tired of this plight.