The Snows Of Serbia Poem by Vida Nenadic
The Snows Of Serbia
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
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4/19/2024 8:01:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very human, very snowy poem!