Hunched to the side, and taking her child's reaching hand
A mother in wintery clothing
The blue of her jacket and the furs `round her neck,
I notice them off in the distance
A wintery image taking root in my mind
Closer to her and I notice her smile
The tiny little hands of the girl at her side
The warmth of a mother with child
She catches my eye with a tilt of her head
Holding my gaze like we'd previously met
For a moment that feeling of something unsaid
passing them by to her left
As she and her child wander farther and farther
The both of them lost to the wind and the white
I begin to imagine a whole other life
A wintery image taking root in my mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Closer to her and I notice her smile The tiny little hands of the girl at her side The warmth of a mother with child.. Winter, cold, cold wind, the child, the mother, the little tiny hands of the child, mother's warmth and love.... very beautiful picture you have drawn through your poem. thank you. tony