Because of you, I yearn to be alive.
Because of you, ‘till death (you) must realize.
In my heart I know there is only you.
And ask my heart, you’ll know that this is true.
Ang hirap at pasakit, ng pusong umiibig (Tagalog): The pain and sorrows from love arise
Each time I say goodbye to my mother
I don’t know if I will see her again.
This old Filipino song, “Because of You,” is a love song I sing with my mother during moments when it is just me and her, perhaps outside on the porch, under a flowering tree, sharing a quiet moment.
Her petite frame sinks in her wheelchair, her hands folded.
Her head is slumped, her neck at an angle
Underneath her mop of grey hair
She turns her eyes to look at me.
She mouths the words to the song, her voice a whisper.
I try to recall the few Tagalog words I know of this song, “Dahil Sayo”. Because of you.
Because of you I have learned to love.
Because of you we share this moment, you gazing up at me
the way you once gazed down at me when you held me in your arms.
I was so dependent on you for life, for love, for nourishment.
Now the opposite is true.
You depend on me for it all.
The burden breaks my heart.
I return to see you in the adult home the next evening.
You say, “Hello, Vina.”
I play a memory game with you, knowing all is lost.
“What’s my last name?” I ask.
You answer, “Beautiful.”
Only mom sees me as I hope to be seen
Only mom see me like that, only some see the past, all into me as I was a child
I hope each one of us knows this kind of love
Where all is seen from the heart
From the past to present.
To who you really are.
I lead you to the end of the path
To the edge of eternity
to the vanishing point, olam, in Hebrew.
I lead you to the end of the path
My feet still grounded on this earth.
My path still leading my own children.
And soon, grandchildren.
Do I see you, child
For who you really are?
Past my expectations.
How do I measure your worth
Or mine as a parent?
Do I really see you, child
Your heart, who you were made to be?
Not who this world says you are
But who you truly are.
A voice.
A song.
A star shining in the universe, holding out the word of life.
A star that shines, a light to others.
Mom that is who you have been to me.
Let me be that kind of mother to my children.
To let go and let them be who they truly are.
Who they have been created to be.
To be a voice, a song of all that is beautiful in this world.
Because of love.
Because of you.
Just lost my 99 yo MIL. I have 99 years of pictures in boxes crowding us out of our family room! There is no measure of her love. Her joy of her children, grand, great grand and great great grandchildren overflows on our tables and floors. The Easter lilies hidden behind the boxes. I see her love expressed thru the decades in her family events- picnics, dancing in their tiny house, meals, meals, and more meals.
The world tells us there value lies outside of us but love tells us we “belong”.