This poem is dedicated to Mary and expresses the poet's love and devotion to her. As a child, the poet grew up repeating prayers to Mary and finding refuge under her mantle. Though he strayed from her at times, Mary continued to love him unconditionally as a mother would. Now older, the poet has returned to Mary and remembers speaking to her at the altar. He understands that like a mother, Mary will always welcome his return. The poem praises Mary as the most effective collaborator of God and the embodiment of God's love on Earth, comparable to a mother's love.

1. NOMBRE: EDWIN NIVICELA NIVEL: 3
POEMA PARA MARIA
“Dios te salve Maria, llena eres de gracia”
Era lo que repetían cuando era un niño
En tu amor fui creciendo y bajo tu manto me cobijaste
Me llenaste de gracia y guiaste mi camino.
Con un amor de madre que cuando niño no comprendía
Y ahora se que no llegare a comprender
Por que si a veces me he alejado de ti me sigues amando igual.
Los caminos de la vida me alejaron de ti
Estuve perdido guiado por lo superficial
Hoy madre he vuelto a recordarte
Y a recordar cuantas cosas dije ante tu altar.
Ahora puedo comprender que aunque el hijo se alejara del hogar
Una madre siempre espera su regreso,
Que el regalo más hermoso que a los hijos da el señor
Es su Madre y el milagro del amor.
Maria tu fuiste la mujer, la sola colaboradora efectiva de Dios.
Tu estas presente en espíritu, pero no en cuerpo
Pero a cambio nos diste y nos encarnaste el Amor de Dios
Y si el Amor de Dios y el tuyo mismo se parecen a algo en este mundo,
Es sin duda semejante al amor de las madres.

2. NOMBRE: EDWIN NIVICELA NIVEL: 3
POEM FOR MARY
God save you Maria, fill you are of wit
It was what they were repeating when he was a little boy
I went in your love growing and under your mantle you sheltered me
You filled me with wit and you drove my road.
With mother's love than when the little boy failed to understand
And now himself that I will not get to understand
Why if sometimes I have gotten away from you follow me loving equal.
The roads of life drove me away of you
I was lost guided for what's superficial
Today I have gone back to remember you mother
And to remember how many I said things in front of your altar.
Now I can understand than although the son go away of the home
A mother always expects her return,
Than the most beautiful gift that the mister gives to the children
It is his Mother and the miracle of love.
Maria your you were the woman, God's very effective collaborator.
Your these present in spirit, but no in body
But in return you gave us and you embodied God's Love
And if God's Love and yours same look like something in this world,
You are without similar doubt to the mother's love.