761 | I TREMBLE LIKE A LEAF

Poem for Mother’s Day

I TREMBLE LIKE A LEAF

It’s happening very often, every day,
that nostalgia knocks on my anima
and after a call on the cell phone
it seems as if you speak to me, Mother:

“Sweetheart, get well dressed, it’s cold,
don’t get tired, take care of yourself!”
I feel protected, don’t have any fears,
I’m changed into a child by her voice …

My mother can no longer return
and I can’t breathe; I feel weak, alone,
she cannot caress me with her glance,
her affection cannot save me anymore.

No one else can replace her in my heart,
she’s gone, has gone, has gone forever,
we can’t divide a teardrop into two,
can’t share joy, happiness together.

I live always this very strange sensation,
I wait, as I tremble like an autumn leaf,
after every ring of the cell phone, Mother,
your voice will caress me like a breeze.

Irma Kurti, Albania-Italia

from “Your image between my fingers – Tu imagen entre mis dedos”
Independently Poetry, 2023 Chile