Poemas Cristiano Para Las Madres Novels & Stories

The moment it touched my skin, the beads pulsed, a faint hum vibrating up my arm like a struck guitar string. “For protection,” she whispered, her lips grazing my ear. The letters glimmered briefly, as if lit from within. “And reminders.” Her voice dropped, threaded with a gravity that made my spine stiffen. “This fuego (fire) is not just yours. It is my mother’s, and her mother’s, all the way back to the women who walked through fire to cross the Rio Grande. Cuidado, mija (Be careful, my daughter). The flame listens. It hungers.”

He read from Song of Solomon, chapter 8, verses 6 through 7. Cardinal Stefan read from the gospel of Matthew 22:35-40. “The gospel of the Lord.” “Praise to you Lord Jesus Christ,” the Catholics in the crowd said. “Now we will have a solo” Chastity stepped forward. As she sang, At Last, with the orchestra backing her up. Caitlin and Alexander looked into each other’s eyes. They were both sure and beyond ready. Davidson rested his head on his father’s shoulders as he listened to his mother sing like a bird.

I wait until I’m left on my own. I walk forward and move to my knees and bow my head. My hands shake as I place them on my madre’s and papa’s resting place. “Madre, papa, sono io il tuo piccolo tesoro. Mamma, hai realizzato il tuo desiderio. Ora sono Donna, la prima nella storia. Auguro a te e papa di essere qui per guidarmi. Mi mancate entrambi cosi tanto. Voglio bene all atua mamma, papa. Veglia su di noi e guidaci a essere migliori. Finche non ci incontreremo di nuovo.” (Mother, father, it’s me, your little tesoro. Mom, you have got your wish. I am now Donna, the first in history. I wish you and dad were here to guide me. I miss you both so much. I love you, mom, dad. Watch over us and gu

Christian sat next to my bed holding my hand. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Terrified." "Why?" "Because I don't know how to be a mother." "You'll learn." "What if I do everything wrong?" "You won't do everything wrong." "What if I can't take care of the baby?" "I'll help you." "You will?" "Of course I will." "Christian, what if the baby doesn't like me?" "The baby will love you." "How do you know?" "Because you're going to be an amazing mother."

"Mama, you are being too emotional. I won't leave you just yet. You see, I am very single-" "And ready to mingle." Her mother laughed. "Ma!" Cristel pouted. "What? You are at the right age already; you need to find the man who will love you with full of respect. Unless you want to enter the convent and be a nun or be a grumpy bitter old lady." Mrs. Dela Fuente continues to tease her daughter and I'm just watching them.

It's the longing that her mother had for Jesus. Hinintay kong imbitahan niya ako sa church kung saan madalas akong dinadala ni Mama dati. Ngunit sa paglipas din ng panahon ay kusa kong nakita na malayo na ang loob nito dito. Lumapit ako sa isang pastora na kilala ko. Si Pastora Vien. I told her to pray for Matti. Gusto kong mabuksan ang desire niya na magbalik-loob sa Diyos.

Christian nodded before he decided to ask, “What else does your mama say?” “Mama?” He grinned, adding, “Mama says that we should not lie, disrespect elders, gossip about someone or fight with someone.” Christian nodded, keenly listening to the kid, who added, “She says we should help others, forgive others, should not grummle about anything but pray about evveything,” he spread his arms for the last word, indicating everything. Christian chuckled. “She seems like a wise woman,” he said in acknowledgement. “Vu-mhn, what?”

I have to say I appreciate Alonso for not giving up and chanting it for the third time now. "O Terra mater. Dirige me ad veritatem. semitam iustitiae demonstra mihi. Ostende mihi lucem. Adsum enim auxilium tuum. O Terra mater. adiuva puerum tuum," I feel our feet dangling in the air. And my body feels as light as a feather. Alonso's grip on my hand is starting to falter but I hold him hard instead. "O Terra mater. Dirige me ad veritatem. semitam iustitiae demonstra mihi. Ostende mihi lucem. Adsum enim auxilium tuum. O Terra mater. adiuva puerum tuum,"

"Mommy! You're finally back, Mommy!" Bianca then heard Christian's inner voice again. "Daddy finally brought me over to see Mommy! I missed her terribly, and I'm never going to lose her again." Unlike before, Christian's inner voice revolved solely around Bianca. Yet, for Bianca, it brought no anticipation, only a bleak sense of irony, devoid of any warmth. She pushed Christian away, her gaze piercingly cold and detached—a look he had never seen before—and declared, "I'm not your mother! You should go look for Lucy instead!"