MOTHER, WHERE ARE YOU? YOU KNEW . . . Poem by Hubert van Herreweghen

Mother, where are you? You knew
the answer to all the things
that I ever asked of you,

why, when we lay on the springs
and looked up and saw those things,
the little gnome had wings too.

Why winter, why summer's breeze,
Why hunger and why cold,
Why apples on the trees,

and the children, from what sphere
they come to earth and cry as they please.
I could never get it quite clear.

But now you must tell me, dear love,
fairytale mother, dear soul,
softly tickling my ears from above,

where those children go to.