Remembering you, beautiful Mother: A poem 

In the requiem, I feel the seeking expression 

of a child who cannot do without umbrage 

I say : “you are always with me in courage.” 

A clear sky at my window, and a garden 

at my door. I nod like approbating flowers 

in a soft wind and their beds are filled 

with life-giving salts. I was in your womb  

always. You were like a flame in my breath 

I didn’t believe in shadows, but love. This earth 

is proud as a peacock in your forests 

Even in times when I felt winless and wingless, 

a soft wind lofted me into magic spheres. 

The miracle duty in sacrifice I learned from you. 

These tosses and turns of waves convinced 

of their flight. A silent pride in the ride of eagles. 

All the circles and rectangles of my life, the wood and the iron 

I place at your feet.