déjame darte luz
In Spanish, “to birth” is translated as “dar a luz.”
How poetic—to give someone light,
a slice of sun as they exit mother’s earth.
At 23, I’m having dinner with our parents
when Papá asks Do you ever wonder
what it would be like—not being alone?
I’ve already devoured quincexpired prayer:
Dear God, please give me a sibling.
I only choose to answer, Sometimes.
By the look on Mom’s face, I know—
I wasn’t meant to be alone.
Except if you’d lived, I wouldn’t be at all.
You were the silence of mother’s faith
and I was the song that ended you.
Tenga esta luz hermane.
Let me write you into something I can hold.
