She was there
At her customary place!
Milk on whiskers
And words closed in a paper,
And yet expressions
Were burning in her cold eyes
Which had frozen
The scenes of my house, now blurred!
Dol of my children,
Crow for my father,
And between them
A little queen in her cradle in a palace!
Who will knock at the door
To seek my hospitality?
Her progeny?
Heaven had not made her groom!
O my guest!
I will see you among them,
Though I cant say:
Take more its for you!
The play! The outing! The shopping!
Of my family everythingMay you sleep in peace!
May you dance in my eyes!