Cvetanka Kiroska
In the quiet hours when the world is still,
I hear your laughter, feel your cheeks’ warmth until,
Its echo in the night turns into a painful chill
A whisper of what once was, before it went downhill.
Your embraces fade, like mist at dawn,
Stolen by hands (un)seen, (un)known,
The bond we shared, now torn apart,
By words and lies that shattered my heart.
I reach for you across the void,
Though distance dooms our bond to destroy,
Each day without you, a deeper wound,
A chasm wide, a love entombed.
You are my sons, my heart, my soul,
Yet now you walk where I can't go,
Guided by shadows, kept from the light,
Lost to me in this endless night.
But know, my boys, though far you roam,
This love will wait, unyielding, strong,
For no deceit can dim the flame,
That bears your name engraving this dome.
In dreams, I hold you close again,
In waking, I will fight till then,
For truth to shine, for you to see,
The love that always lives in me.
Till then shall my womb continue to whisper
Blowing gently into the void’s festered blister
Steadily stoking the inseverable thread’s flame
to Phoenix fires birthing eternal love’s rain.
Zasekogaš, Mama
28 August, 2024