Translated from Polish,
inspired by sculpture by Bozena Happach,
used for cover of forthcoming novel: "The Gate."
Just yesterday he was here. I looked into his eyes.
He was a man now, even as once a child that suckled
at my breast. I continue to see him. Constantly,
by my side. Or could it be just my longing?
Surely he can’t be here.
How come I am granted such wondrous illusions?
Shadows of memories of such joyful past?
But surely he is here. And he’ll never leave me.
I feel his gentle touch, passing over my brow…
No matter how spent, I shall always see him,
Hiding behind my eyelids, days, nights, even now...
The memories we search for in our minds for solace are the priceless deeds of living we rush by at warp speed. I cherish my memories and replay them whenever I seek support from those gone....for now.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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Sublime reminiscence... "Mother" sings tenderness and togetherness.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Be safe,
Karen
Love,
Susan
A beautiful reminder of a mom's loving memories.
Kathy