It is tattooed on my soul,
Upon hearing it, I knew only
That word could stop my in my tracks.
Make me rethink my plans, my motives.
The soft sound coming from the lips of only people I loved, letting me know that I had a
purpose in life
To be good and love as strongly as the voices who used this term of endearment
To pass that love to others that sense of peace
Hearing that word from the lovely Guatemalan Woman at the Resturant across the street from a place where I had forgotten I was someone’s dear one.
That I deserved to be called
The second time she bestowed that grace on me, I awoke.
I remembered who I am.
Remembered the laughter
of being Mija.
So I returned to be Mija.
aww so beautiful. Isn’t amazing how powerful someone’s words can be when they say the right thing at the right time. Thank you for sharing this poem. And of course you have purpose in life!! there is so much purpose in just your story and your voice along. Keep being you. Keep doing you! And smile along the way :). xoxo
You brought me to the depth of your soul, Mija! You painted a picture so clear, I was there. I could hear the word Mija and feel your emotions. I enjoy pieces that truely convey the artist emotion, pieces that transport you within your own home. Thank you dear friend! I look forward to more of Sarah pieces.
Words are tremendously a powerful thing and i am glad the word Mija brings you happiness. Not many people know how much power a word or some words have on people and how it can affect them in a good way or a bad way. The way you express the word Mija makes me hear how they said it to you and how that word gave you comfort; how it gave you a home. I know this word will always have a engrained memory forever for you and i hope it continues to do so.
Delightful! I hope you hold mija in your heart every day. Hearing the echo in your mind is as good as a hug from your dearest who is now absent from your daily life. Yes, you are beloved, it says. You are the light of someone’s life, and you and she are both aglow with love. Love shared only grows.