Every night
I dream that I can’t reach you
when you start the trip
that has set us apart.
In my sore throat
remain the questions
that I never ask you
and the beat of your lullabies.
My first words were yours
and your last words were mine
In between, a universe
of amazing discoveries.
You were rock exposed to the winds
that gave me the strength that I lacked
and velvety rose petal
that collected my tears of dew
You dodged the blows of life
that was coming my way
and your eyes sparkled
with my little joys.
Your laugh made me happy
filling my heart
your crying broke my soul.
Into a thousand pieces
the peace of your soul
that was spilled in your gaze
it was the elixir that healed
my war wounds.
Every night I dream
I can’t reach you
but I know that you are waiting for me
as you have always done
© Olga Brajnovic
To my Mom
