To my Mother...

I miss my mother’s bread..

And my mother’s coffee

And my mother’s touch

And (my)childhood grows in me

Day over day…

And I adore my existence..

Because if I ever die..

I’d be ashamed ..

(to have provoked) my mothers tears

Take me, if I ever return

As a scarf to your frill

And cover my bones

With herbs that have been baptized

By the purity of your heels

And grab my bond

With a tuft of hair..

With a string ..

That strays at end of your dress
So that I may become...a god
A god, I may become..
If I ever touch the depth of your heart..

Put me, if I ever return one day

A fuel in the oven of your fire

And a clothesline on the roof of your house

Because I lost the (strenght to) stand

Without your morning prayers

I have aged…

So bring back the stars of (my) childhood

So that I can share with the little birds

The path of return...

To the nest of your waiting

*Context :The writer was in prison

when he was writing this poem