Coffe And Mom Poem by Reshida Coba

Coffee And Mom

In front of you Mom... and in front of coffee
I always appeared beautiful
with carefully combed hair
For you to see the happy woman walking on high heels
I tightened the pains
with a thin belt on my waist

The coffee was like soft soil
where you and I walked quite cautiously
Sometimes freshening your tired face
and mine inscribed with recurrent failures

Having coffee with you and quenching my longing thirst
made time run away so fast
Divided by mother - woman - daughter

And now that I drink coffee alone
I have tears in my throat
I fall like a leaf does in autumn

They say you are dead...Mom?
They say... you cannot wake up?
But I can hardly believe it... No, I can not!
You are not dead... No, you are not!

So...by an informing cloud
I am sending you coffee vapor's
From Los Angeles to Korça
Wake up Mom... it is morning!