You could have been my Daughter
You could have been my conjoined Babes
You could have arrived as a Brother and Sister
Or Two Brothers
Or Sisters
You Arrived As You Formed.
In your Form.
And am I Lucky.
Loving It.
There has been not a picosecond of this Gift that I have not been in awe of or appreciative of or FEELING.
I know this is Special.
I know because it is Rare the Reality of Love, Fertility, Implantation, Carrying and Delivering.
The arrival of YOU.
I don’t think I can translate how amazed I am.
I know, I know. I’m a Daughter. My parents love me too!
But I can’t compare my Love to any other parents’.
Every single Parent’s Love is GOD.
Every single Child’s Existence is GOD.
Whatever that means to whoever has a definition.
Or Not.
It’s that Profound.
Language can’t explain.
If you could sync my heartbeat to a translation machine, maybe we’d have something?
So I type.
I love your evolution.
I love your role in Mine.
And by Love, I mean there is no definition to the Ecstatic Euphoria of spending this LIFETIME with You.
Give Thanks.
Every day is Mother’s Day by way of your breath.
I’ll love you even after death.
Thank You for being You.


Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.