I remember myself being a child
following you as a kite.
I remember your voice singing soft,
And watching you cooking plums.
I remember your venous hands
Knitting hugs and waving goodbyes.
I remember the movies that you taught me to love,
And dancing all the time.
I remember you driving
While poplars passed me by,
I remember the calmness with the wink of your eye
And your whistle with such a particular style.
These memories have built a place
Where I can always run when I need to feel safe
My starting point to anywhere:
My mother’s name.
My mother’s name.
