MI Santo

MI Santo

A Poem by Mauricio Montoya

A Saint, Father thought his language.
Sus Santo on his birthday
But his namesake, couldn't
stop the suffering
So no more praying
Its just another day
For his name was Mauricio
When I was born, the first,
Lost for words I was named,
Mauricio now I'm doom.
But grama told me he was born,
On that date, San Mauricio
On a whisper, hoping he would be great
But dad had many woman
And children to boot
San Mauricio help us
Because dad is a loop.
Not Dad he made money
Our House in darkness
And his friends in light
But he died and I'm his.
Namesake of San Mauricio

© 2024 Mauricio Montoya


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Dear Mauricio
I guess you might have some trepidation's about your namesake... since your father did not treat you well, but seemed to treat others with money,etc, leaving you a bit sorrowful; i have heard of this situation before...it is very sad ,but not unusual....except that you have to carry the namesake with you and that may be a burden.....poignantly written
Warmly, B

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mauricio Montoya

4 Months Ago

Thank you Betty, yeah it is what it is but I'm glad you stop by with Your thoughts. Thank you.
Betty Hermelee

4 Months Ago

You’re very welcome Mauricio🌷
Warmly
B



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You couldn't stop the suffering so you stopped praying? Man, nobody I know of has stopped the suffering. Pray just for the hell of it.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mauricio Montoya

3 Months Ago

I do John, its.a Catholic thing my father and grandmother were named after Saints be they born on th.. read more
Dear Mauricio
I guess you might have some trepidation's about your namesake... since your father did not treat you well, but seemed to treat others with money,etc, leaving you a bit sorrowful; i have heard of this situation before...it is very sad ,but not unusual....except that you have to carry the namesake with you and that may be a burden.....poignantly written
Warmly, B

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mauricio Montoya

4 Months Ago

Thank you Betty, yeah it is what it is but I'm glad you stop by with Your thoughts. Thank you.
Betty Hermelee

4 Months Ago

You’re very welcome Mauricio🌷
Warmly
B
How you poignantly explore the complexities of legacy and identity through the lens of familial relationships and rich symbolism. The final lines underscore a stark dichotomy between darkness and light, leaving a haunting impression of a namesake's heavy burden. Powerful.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Mauricio Montoya

3 Months Ago

Thank you for sharing your thoughts
Sometimes we have to let go of the connection of our identity connected to someone who isn’t in a favorable light in our minds. Simple because we are named after someone or they were our parent doesn’t mean we are destined to be like them. We make our own choices and have our own paths we journey and what they did previously doesn’t have to be our journey.

This is a very telling story and a somewhat sad one.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Mauricio Montoya

5 Months Ago

PB thank you for sharing your thoughts, ur love
Poetic Beauty

5 Months Ago

You are welcome my friend
Powerful work. The emotion is felt.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Mauricio Montoya

5 Months Ago

Thank you for sharing.
I guess we are all stuck with the name we have been given altho' I noticed that Brad Pitt's daughter is trying to legally change her surname!!
Cuidarse.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Mauricio Montoya

5 Months Ago

Thanks for sharing, lol I don't I'd for so far on the latter, its what it is lol, take care.

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Mauricio Montoya
Mauricio Montoya

oakland, CA



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Love to draw and cook from time to time, when I'm not drawing I’ll write poems. My favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe. more..

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