My wake ups, lift offs
my runs, my laden days
all gone before me
as I remember
I smile...
my hearties, my daughters
If you knew how proud I am...
you were tiny when came into my world
and were wonderful and I was terrified
then you put your tiny hands into my palms
my heart is yours...
until the day I depart
I watched your smiles, your cries
and I watched you grow-up until yesterday
what’s so hard?
one day you will all go
I will give my permission
I can not think
you are all gone...
my love is true
remember at what age you are
where ever you are...
that is going to be only me waiting!
every night when I go to bed cuddling my pillows
my years are captive inside the wardrobe/inside the wine glass
the windows of my eyes still watching the open corridors
Ravel’s Bolero still echoes in my ears
when I was young how I used to run...
I am old now
Hey! But I can dance without stopping till dawn
I don’t care...
nursery/crèche/primary school/my school runs are all gone
with a smile on my face
I walked to the off-license bought my wine
on the way back puffed my tobacco
I didn’t care about the World...
my children say: my shoes are black!


Günsel Djemal 4/1/2010 Randisbourne Gardens-London