I will never
see my child
he will never
gaze on me
I remember you looked at me,
your wise, clever eyes
gave birth to freshness
in my heart thick with fog.
Now you’ve gone far from me,
and residing only in my heart,
I am left alone to regret my failings,
I am left only to remember you,
(I can’t breathe)
I am the mother who misses your smile
whose heart thirsts for your gorgeous face
like the withered flower thirsts water.
As seasons pass, year after year
I am the mother who worries, still,
yesterday, missing you as yesterday,
and then, I dream, I dream
you come back,
but you are not here,
only your smile and your crawl
come back, sneaking slowly into my heart
until every season is autumn
with leaves falling, for you are not here;
and I look again, and again it’s autumn:
leaves falling is the season of my heart,
and dreams of my boy coming, falling
and falling. Again the moon is shining,
again, the days are ending
again, I have a sorrow I face,
again the tears are dropping
again my boy—missing.
Rain touches my shoulder and tells me
Enough! It’s enough for you,
have dropped lots of tears in sorrow,
tonight, I will cry
for your boy, but I didn’t listen,
so all night we both cried
and still, there was no news.
Why did I send my boy to Russia?
Every sound a tick-ticking clock.
But no news of my boy.
Photo by Luz A. Villa