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.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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