DONDE ESTA MI HIJO BONITO?

After work I'd come
for you at day care.
Your mother would still be
busy at her job.
You'd be outside playing
and I would shout, 
"¿Dónde está mi hijo bonito?"
You have grown up and moved away.
Your mother left a long time ago.
But in my solitude I still cry,
"¿Dónde está mi hijo bonito?"
And my mind returns
to those halcyon days
when you would come
running and leap joyfully
into my waiting arms.
Everybody is gone now.
Everything is silent.
There is just darkness. 
"¿Dónde está mi hijo bonito?"
"¿Dónde está mi hijo bonito?"
"¿Dónde está mi hijo bonito?"
And there is only the empty echo
of my vapid voice.

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