I have written so many things for my mother or because of her, or remembering her, or loving her. This is one of them. I called it, "She Soared". I wrote it a long time ago, but it is still fresh in my mind. To be exact I wrote it on 11-24- 98, in the middle of the night, when sleep escaped me as usual; like all the other times that I write in my insomniac nights.
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Among the obscure gloom,
You called me back to your womb.
It was silence, and the breeze
Moved the trees with such an ease!
I saw in the dull sky,
One star was passing by;
One star was burning;
And one star was returning!
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I called you!
I called you!
All my life,
Like a sharp knife,
was in my vision with strife.
Moon's white stare
Reflected light to the window from air!
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There, all night
Inside my heart, with fright,
From hopelessness, someone with rage,
Breathes heavily among the foliage.
Some one would call!
Some one would want me all!
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There, all night
From branches so black at site
Sadness and obscurity would fall;
A hopeless someone would crawl!
It is me that she would call!
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Mom says: ' my little Ellie
Soared with the wind to be free.
A wind that took her away.
A wind that made my sky gray'."
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