To my mom
Now it’s cold, here is cold
while we walk toward winter
Each thing cold where you walk toward were
I don’t’ know, you don’t know,
only hopes
Only hopes, holy thoughts, our faith
while you walk toward Him
I know that He loves you
so you will be together
with your husband: my dad
and your brothers, because
you are the latter
Now it’s cold, here is cold
while you walk toward winter
toward more light, maybe.
Toward more light: I’m sure
November, 20th 2021