MEMORIAL OF THE FATHER'S HOUSE by Ann Wood
MEMORIAL OF THE FATHER'S HOUSE ...Sometimes I dream of my father's house ...
How years later, I come back again!
A mental image of a grandmother embracing ...
And I want to stay, not to leave!
Memories like intruders invade!
Infinitely nice and distant summer days,
they follow me faithfully and do not pretend ...
I was an obedient child, with many lunar dreams!
In these dreams, I am mostly pure
and that bright feeling of love assertively,
overwhelms me with the size of the whole universe -
in my father's house, I am lightly reborn!
Sometimes, confused, betrayed - but brave ...
I am looking for the roots of my home, enlightened with love!
What joy, devotion, and divine delight
is to sit by the hearth: this is a good reward!
Wrapped in affection to walk around my roof ...
Under the old vine - honey grapes, tears flooded me!
Kitschy, fresh trees with heavy delicious fruits ....
Birds have built their nests on top of them and are waving their wings at me!
Sometimes it's hard for me, and I dream of my father's house!
Thank God he allows me to go back there ...
With full breasts, memories to breathe: Thank you for that!
I secretly think: I hope I was a worthy daughter! ...
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-10-06 at 16:00
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