"you are my river born to flow, "
mama whispered before the show
then the lights found me
though my lines were determined to flee
into the ocean of heads
with thin hope threads
being woven into my shrunk heart
i searched for the smile that would jolt me to a start
but before me in astounding attention
silence covered the hall like a contagion
spreading up to where my feet rested
born to flow, I stood rooted
yet it was just for a while.
I let the sun of my smile
rise as the words poured
confidence flapped her wings and soared
As mama's river began to flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem