From a mother to her special son / Poem by Ernesto Kahan

Poem by Ernesto Kahan


From a mother to her special son

advance our time
in the tumultuous darkness
of my waking dreams,
in the gentle look
of your mystery

you made me your mother
in eternal persistence,
ocean of nights,
devotion in wakefulness
and irresistibly true tenderness.

Sing son and ours, reinvent...!
On the long way
where the mirrors were lost,
your eyes speak in smile
and I am the soul of your dependency.

Look if!
Sing and repeat!
that our universe
like the bell tower
don't get tired

anguish and love,
intimate world of our calm,
my opportunity
to be with your rhythm,
silent questions...

our round of life
Let nothing hinder her!
Wings spread flight,
merry extended keys,
home…

your hands that are words
and my clumsiness
every morning.
that you say "Leave already,
talk about something else!"

Copyright Ernesto Kahan, 2006