SI MAÑANA NO DESPIERTO...
No quiero que te pongas triste,
Recuerda con cariño
Lo que vivimos juntos.
Si mañana no despierto,
No digas que no era mi tiempo,
Porque Dios no se equivoca,
Y su momento es perfecto.
Si mañana no despierto,
Queridos hijos, les confieso
Que fueron el regalo más grande
Que Dios me pudo dar.
Caminen con honor y buen ejemplo,
Hasta que Dios permita
Que volvamos a encontrarnos.
Si mañana no despierto,
Hermano(a) de mi alma,
Quiero que sepas que fuiste
Una gran bendición en mi vida.
No llores ni te lamentes,
Solo eleva por mí una oración.
Si mañana no despierto,
Y eres el amor de mi vida,
No pienses que me he ido,
Solo estoy dormida.
Llévame en tu corazón
Por el resto de tu vida.
No muere quien se despide,
Sino quien es olvidado.
Si algún día me extrañas,
Y buscas mi presencia,
Encuéntrame en un jardín,
En las flores y su fragancia.
Búscame en las mariposas,
En las aves, en las rosas,
En los ríos de agua clara,
Y en la suave caricia
Del viento sobre tu cara.
Si alguna vez dije "te quiero",
Fue desde lo más profundo.
No me gustan las mentiras,
Siempre hablo con el corazón.
¿Por qué escribo esto?
Ni yo misma lo sé,
Pero hoy quiero vivir intensamente,
Por si mañana... no despierto.
I recently stumbled upon this powerful poem, 'Si Mañana No Despierto,' or 'If I Don't Wake Up Tomorrow,' and it truly struck a chord deep within me. You know how sometimes you read something, and it just gets you? This was one of those times. It’s a beautiful, raw, and incredibly poignant piece that talks about facing the inevitable with grace and, most importantly, with love. It’s not about fear or sadness; it's about embracing life and ensuring our love leaves a lasting imprint. For me, this poem became an instant reminder to hug my children tighter, to call my sibling just to say hello, and to look at my partner with renewed appreciation. It echoes those tender, intergenerational moments we cherish – like seeing a smiling elderly woman gently touching the face of a young boy, sharing a simple, joyful moment. It's in these everyday interactions, these shared orange slices and laughter, that we build our most precious memories and leave a legacy that truly matters. The poem beautifully articulates that God's timing is perfect, and we should accept that with peace. It challenges me to ask myself: Am I living intensely? Am I speaking from the heart, truly saying 'I love you' when I feel it? The lines about not wanting to be forgotten, but rather carried in the heart, resonated deeply. It’s not about grand gestures but about the consistent, unwavering love we offer. The poem reminds us that our presence can live on in the memories we create and the impact we have on others. The idea of finding solace in nature – in the 'flowers and their fragrance,' the 'butterflies, birds, and roses,' and the 'gentle caress of the wind' – is also incredibly comforting. It proposes a beautiful way to connect with loved ones who have passed, finding them in the natural world around us. It's about being present and finding beauty in the everyday, knowing that our spirit can linger in these beautiful things and in the hearts of those we touched. So, if you're reading this, perhaps take a moment to reflect. Who do you need to tell you love today? What dream have you put off? This poem has been a powerful catalyst for me to hug my loved ones a little closer, to laugh a little louder, and to chase those sunsets with a renewed sense of wonder. It’s a call to action, whispered softly, to truly live today, just in case tomorrow isn't promised. Let's make every moment count, creating those cherished family memories and tender intergenerational moments that will last a lifetime.
