MY MOTHER / Poem by Maria Miraglia

Poem by Maria Miraglia



The streets have no asphalt
my feet sink into the sand
and with effort I go
along illuminated paths
and dark

I carry on me
as a boulder
the pains of a lifetime
dears of ever
lost and never forgotten
like shadows in the night the memories
Impalpable and fleeting

Tormented my thoughts
looking for unknown truths

My mother
maybe now a child
reborn to new life
somewhere far away
are you oblivious proceeding
along an infinite journey

Or did your spirit,
noble and pure,
in the air dissolve
as candle smoke
at the same moment
of your last breath

I don’t feel your scent
in the breaths of wind

@ Maria Miraglia

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