Sanaras Manana

Sana sana colita de rana. Heal, Heal, the tail of the little frog.

Si no sanas hoy sanaras manana. And if you don't heal today you will heal tomorrow.

Standing over me, as I lay on the couch biting through the cramping, waiting for the passing, the G rubs my belly with the palms of his little hands chanting the words over and over.

I've never heard him say it in its entirety. I didn't know he knew all the words.

I concentrate on his little voice, my Abue's words rejuvenating themselves.

He lays against me, takes my face into his hands and pulls me so close that I can feel his eyelashes brush against my own.

I will make you feel better mama, he whispers.
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i can't know all that you must feel.

i can love you through all that you feel.