Tuesday, May 12, 2020

PEPPE ALTIMARE / "For mother's day"



PEPPE ALTIMARE


"For mother's day"

TO DEAR MOTHER

My mother:
a universe of words opens
in the presence of that name.
In this wealth I want to get lost and bask.
As a child, in my hard hands
I put your face, furrowing your smile.
My mother, many years ago from that fixed gaze of yours,
intense, which caused me joy and happiness.
I was a firefly in your bed,
where I took refuge in the warmth of your own
warm intimacy. I held your hand
for me you were a safe haven when I faltered,
dragging me towards calm waters.
You were the land where I planted my roots;
the pillow of my sleepless nights
when I was afraid;
You wiped my tears,
you encouraged my steps,
you corrected my mistakes
and above all you educated my spirit
The happiness of a mother is like a beacon that illuminates the future,
but it also reflects on the past
and wraps it in the sweetness of memories
To me you were like a bank
In which I deposited my pains
and my worries,
but you always soothed my wounds.
I lived Heaven without realizing it,
with His abundance and luminescence,
where my soul was sinking.
Even if your days were going to end,
when you spoke to me, your words were painted in gold
just to remind me that Life
it is the most precious asset
Your gaze went out on a sunny day,
earthly life had forgotten about you.
Now I feel your presence in everything;
your shadow by my side
immaculate, candid, dressed in white.
Now live our sweet memories with the Angels
Make this your new immortal life
an example of perpetuation forever
of a great infinite love.
Time has taken your best years
but I will always stay with you
coloring the few memories lived
with my immense love.
Now you're on your knees before the Most High,
to pray for you and us, so that
we can find and live
in a second Eden;
who knows where, who knows when.


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