I still remember
all winters
and my mother's love in them.
I still remember how
the dog Mia
my mother and I
used to make the path
in the snow.
The years passed by.
Huntsmen shot my Mia.
My dear mother passed away.
So, I was left
to walk on the snow.
All by myself.
And still
during all these long winters
the love of my mother
has kept me warm.
Vida Nenadic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very human, very snowy poem!