Mummy

You’ve gone away. You’ve gone forever,
But still I cannot realize that never,
O, really never I can see again your smile,
So kind, sincere and divine.

I’ll never see your old face
Where wrinkles had too much place,
Surrounded by thin grey hair…
Why didn’t you decoration wear?

I’ll never hear yet your voice,
So optimistic, ready to rejoice,
And never plaining to be sick
Attentive to my problems, very quick.

I’ll never touch you with my arms,
Embrace and kiss and feel your charms.
I’ll never see your working hands
That never searched for calm and rest.

Excuse, if possible my faults and errors,
My rare calls, omissions, worries.
I’ll keep in memory your good advice:
“The more you give, you get the twice”.

I’ll keep your image in my heart,
In that unspeakable and gentle part
Which aches and cries with no endure?
The wound will bleed for long, I’m sure.

Who else would listen to my stories?
Who else would feel my falls and glories?
To whom I’ll whisper “mummy dear”?
Oh, help her, God, these words to hear.