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MOTHER...

I reflected
on times past,
a teenager,
with desire
and anguish.

it has been
twenty two years ago,
since I wondered
if, in life
anything I touched
matched a sound of gold
and a wonderful heart
all in one soul.

Murmurs of love
from a tender heart
and a silent voice
was the only star
that shined
on my small world.

Mother,
Every time
I thought of you
and your
peaceful existence,
my nostalgic heart trembled
with saddness.

You are a sacred
spirit,
in this mournful
existence without you.

I still utter your name
ever so proudly,
and so helplessly,
to feel your
existence
in good and hard times.

The treasure I understood
as a grown up,
and often searched for
in the scent of a beautiful heart
and the breath of every
spring morning day
patiently
listening from heaven,
even though,
you are not here.

So unjust,
and so heartfelt
the fury
of your loss.

A bewildered
child,
Your lost child
I will forever
be thinking
if I will someday
find you,
when I revisit
our empty home.

Alone, in a valley of thoughts
in crowds,
I think of you: Mother.
In my dreams,
I see you
as the mirror
through which happiness
continuous to shine.

From Earth:
Happy Mother's Day.


Said Leghlid, 1999.

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