Somewhere at a time
I thought that you would be part of my life,
but the relationship
in which I wished you to come forth was shattered
into broken pieces
and then when I met somebody
who would have been a perfect mother,
who knew how to love selflessly
destiny brought her to an early grave
and maybe from then on I did not truly want you,
it’s not that I have not desired
to have you in my life
but I have lost myself along the way,
have raised someone else’s children
as if they were my very own
and have lost them too
when their mother
moved in with her new lover
and sometimes I think
that your presence would have been a joy
but I am living in a world
on the brink of disaster,
with nothing to continue my legacy,
but the words that I leave
yet at times you are present in my dreams,
at times its as if your tiny fingers
fold around mine,
as if you are throbbing in my blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem