MI SantoA 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 MontoyaFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on May 31, 2024 Last Updated on May 31, 2024 AuthorMauricio Montoyaoakland, CAAboutLove 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..Writing
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