(the Effect Of The Marigolds On The Fact Itself) Poem by Horatiu Stamatin

mom bought her last resting place
she’s pleased and is more confident
she walks lively and even
she seems to be younger

now she’s visiting her ground
is looking at it as she was looking at the sea in her youth
is bending down, is pulling out some weeds
is planting some marigolds
she takes care of it as she took care of her baby

now one can hear the bell
she doesn’t wonder for whom it tolls
because her relationship with God is a democratic one
„I respect you
and you respect me“