for my grandmother
At the threshold the mother sitsher head resting on her shouldertormented by the thought of how you leftwithout knowing how much she loved you
A plate sits set upon the tableat the board a name is seatedtears are her only foodat the table a heart is shattered
There is no more shine in her eyesher gaze little by little drifts awayat the threshold the mother waitsfor the son who never draws near
Now she is only a flowerseeking to bestow happinessnever forgetting that when she was a budwithout her son, her youth withered away...
