Jolanta Gradowicz


I feel like touching a bark of tree
In your garden in the spring.
I’d like to settle on your knee -
Mom, hear my piteous crying!

Recall your dreams about your child.
I heard you say, “No! ” What did you mean?
Give up the mad idea – it's so wild.
I’d also like to love and dream...

Mom, let me see the sun and the moon,
Let me listen to your beating heart.
Everything I want is to see you soon.
Hear my silent scream. Let me start...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 20, 2006
Poem Edited: Saturday, February 24, 2007

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