Oh my mother Poem by Els Moors
Oh my mother
oh my mother
and her incredible desert colours
tomorrow she'll shift along
until she's found the shade
she strings me together
from water flowers
glass and windows
and the devote creaking
of her knees
tea should be made
from leaves and tears
in turn from tea
the life I lead in the real world
a secret she still has to
confide to me
Translation: Michele Hutchinson
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5/5/2024 10:43:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the life I lead in real world, good one