Ndrek Gjini

Rookie - 0 Points (01/10/1963 / Albania)

How To Read The Wind - Poem by Ndrek Gjini

How To Read The Wind

My mother did not die of old age,
nor did any illness lay her low in bed.
Her worries for us, the fugitives,
broke her heart,
and one day she decided
to not breathe anymore.

Her last breath became wind,
and it's blowing wild
on this November day,
whistling and singing to my ears,
sometimes as a lullaby,
other times a lament.
And very often her voice in the wind
says to me:
‘Why so late my son? ’

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  • Pauline Fayne (1/20/2011 6:03:00 PM)


    Beautiful poem. It has beeen a pleasure to read your poems here. (Report) Reply

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  • Pauline Fayne (1/20/2011 5:44:00 PM)


    Beautiful poem. It has beeen a pleasure to read your poems here. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 6, 2010



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