| A toast from a Mexican son |
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My beloved Mexican people, today Mother’s Day (May 10 in México and May 11 U.S.) is a special day, so special that it is celebrated with toast-after-toast. So many were heard last night and early this morning -- the Mexican world has toasted their days, and their journeys around the world.
I also propose a toast.
I do not toast a journey,
nor a fiancée,
nor a special friend;
nor my sons and daughters,
much less do I toast my wealth.
I toast the woman who gave me life,
the one who carried me in her arms,
who kissed me with her verdarelos lips,
por ella quien carrizo mi vida.
I toast the one who is in heaven
listening to my sorrow
and awaiting my arrival;
who is my holy virgin.
Friends, I do not toast the woman
who abandoned me in my illness;
I toast the woman who did not sleep
while my body was wracked with fever.
I do not toast the woman
who promised to be my companion;
I toast the woman
who accompanied me in my solitude.
Friends, I do not toast the woman
who promised dreams of pleasure
I toast the woman
who taught me to dream.
I do not toast the woman
who praised me when I treated her like a queen;
I toast the queen of my heart
who nourished me with her hands full of love.
Friends, I toast the woman
who taught me the value of education.
I toast the woman
who crossed the Rio Grande
in search of a future full of opportunity
for her sons and daughters.
Friends and companions, I toast my MOTHER
Whose kisses, nourishment, lessons were from a heart
that was tired from so much suffering.
I toast my mother,
who lived day-after-day
hiding from la migra.
Mexican People, I toast my MOTHER
On this Mothers’ Day 2008.
El Profe
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