How is she? She is sleeping Last night I found her crying I say crying Because she was so weak I saw her eyes wet And realized that they were streaming down her face Her jaw was shaking Trembling And after a while Her tongue began to move And with her lips she was forming words Δεν Θελω And she kept repeating that And I knew what she meant And this woman who is my God Who gave me everything Who asked for nothing The one thing she ever asked me for I could not give her I could not give her . . . I could not ease her pain I could not do This one This simple thing She asked of me And if ever I felt helpless in my life I did at that moment and every moment since And if ever I felt worthless I did then straight through to right now And if ever I felt ashamed For anything I have ever done in my life For anything I have ever been That moment And for every moment after I felt the shame of being a son To a beautiful mother Which I did not and do not deserve . . . do you understand me ? . . . Do you understand these words of mine? I ask you this Because these are the most important words I have ever written In my life None have had more meaning than these for me From me these passing moments now None have even come close of having The gravity The weight The depth Of these few words here right now And last night you said Sometimes I dont understand what you write. - - - - - - - - - - - - - ( and just like that, the I . . . became i )
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 23:14:08 +0000
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