For My Mother…
I have written several lines and endless verses with my tears, pain of love for
her.
Where are you, my mother?
I wish to kiss your eyes with goodness once again!
I want to caress your warm hands just the way you used to do.
I want to feel the wrinkles of your untimely old age with my fingers,
I don’t want to see you in such lethargic condition.
Your grey hair are the witness to eternal suffering;
You are irreplaceable to me,
You are my mother Sophie;
I will always love you endlessly,
Like a goddess,
You will live in my soul;
How can I believe that I will never see you again in this life!
You won't be here anymore;
Didn't you know that you would be in my breath?
How can you die till I am alive?
Your winsome smile reminds me of the glare of the stars.
The universe of nostalgia fascinates me as you have given light to my life and
raised me with the patience of sufferings.
So with great love for your good sake,
Speak up,
Just tell me at least one last word!
How would I live like this?
My mother,
Please read these verses silently.
Don't be silent!
Ah, I wish I could challenge time and the evil of death.
I will destroy the unfortunate fate and drive away the evils.
I'll snuggle in your lap again.
Just as I did, when I was a kid.
The lap, where I found a tranquility and solace.
How happy I was then!
When your hands caressed my soul deeply
And my whole being blossomed.
Mother,
Please don't go like this to stay beyond the sky.
Angela
Kost
Angela Kosta was born in Albania in 1973. She
has been living in Italy since 1995. She has published 9 books: novels, poems
and fairy tales in Albanian and Italian. Angela Kosta is deputy editor-in-chief
of the international newspaper ‘Albania Press’. She is also a translator and
her publications are seen in various literary magazines and newspapers in
Albania, Kosovo and Italy.
She writes articles for the Italian newspaper ‘Calabria Live’.