Manita de Plata
Little Hands of Silver
Manna--the truest gift
there ever was.
We knew you
before I delivered.
Today you have never been so tired.
More has been handed to you of hardship
than a crew shipwrecked.
But you are stronger for it
though it doesn't feel like it.
Since 5 years old
you had a silver streak
in your golden hair.
Your green eyes could
speak volumes to me.
This last week has
been a nightmare
of misdiagnosis and surgery.
I feared for your life.
I begged to trade mine
as I saw you fade.
What is my life without you?
To see you sleep now
gives me such peace.
Your hands of silver were never handed a
silver spoon.
But you have wealth of heart, mind, and spirit
few have ever known.
You are my hero
and my home.
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