A Poem About Mother Poem by Dorota Szumilas

Too little time for caring...
the sick is close, close to the heart...

Not enough of the affection of your loved ones
Contrary to what you may think there is a lot of it
Just like fog it encloses and tucks in
and may disappear in a moment

I don't understand this moment as if it were
but not entirely captured
Caring gives a lot of joy if you long for it
It takes a lot of effort and suffering of the soul
while it's there

And I am again between one and the other
But I still have somewhere to go
To the person who's always waiting
To Mother

(transl. by Urszula Sledziewska)