By: Sylvia Davila MM
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"Who is Sylvia and what is she?"
Time held the call
till horizon saw the light of Mars
when all dimensions found the one door
a baby girl was to be born.
From woods her name remade
out of soil, water, sun and rain
“Selva” jungle forest all or any of them
dust put together essence of men.
Born on a hard 18 and a strong 9
at the dawn of the second half/second mill
fifth among six a gentle place to be
until time was right to leave warm home and hit cold street.
Those hidden fingers that knit the web
for every life brought to this world
made her a puppet a soul to share
that would become her road and fate.
Long lonely walks had her fate told
in any place would her soul grow
people passed by sun raised and set
she always wrapped in her own shade.
Beautiful figures hard working hands
were parents given from these far lands
forty-six years did their love last
making a home for all of us.
Brothers and sisters were her delight
all made to happen from the same mold
a lifetime sharing both rain and sun
laughter and tears tight heart to heart.
Not just once she walked the aisle
she did it twice with the same man
a bright soft mind of a strong will
that when doubled did his name build.
From that short path written for her
there were the ones, the reward lines
two children called by the same name
that are her joy her light her pride.
She has not met of her soul the mate
the golden path of love to share
only in dreams has her soul seen
the loving word, the smile, the kiss.
A pencil resting within her reach
is all life allowed to be
when its hard softness her fingers grip
her heart rejoices words are born swift.
Silvia Davila Morales M®
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I belong to that generation of
women who broke up with the full-time motherhood scheme. We had to be
professionals, so I was for twenty years: newspapers, magazines, television,
public institutions, private enterprises, and an international organization. But then, I bumped into a turning point: I decided to become a Profetional Mother. So, I became a cook, a driver, a house keeper, a nurse, an event organizer, a homework aid, a story reader, and an advisor. Ten years until my children left our home. Duty done and home alone, myself surfaced. Words and photos became my pen. My daughter, Laura, opened for me her wonderful archives of photos. I bought a camera for myself. Along with the years, an entire new world materialized before my eyes. Many books were born, some of them are introduced here in this Blog. Those books and every post in this blog have a heart in them because they belong to that part of my life when I realized that it is, precisely, when every reality is gone when you must hold tight to your dreams.
Sylvia Davila MM
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