Waking up... I open my eyes,
sobering up from the dreams of the previous night.
I summon the strength to face reality,
taking a deep breath, finding courage.
Another meaningless day,
a devilish plan of all sorts.
A surge of emotions blocks the tears,
I bite myself, concealing the sadness.
I won't let others see it!
They don't know about all my worries.
Words of comfort don't exist,
so why waste their words in vain?!
The best they can tell me is:
"no words."
On the door of your room, your handwriting stands,
with rules of conduct in colors.
On the desk, a newly purchased notebook,
waiting to be filled with childish scribbles.
Homework ready for that day,
neatly written in lined pages.
There, in the room, still waiting for me,
your soft bed.
Everything still smells like you,
I bury my head in the pillow and inhale.
And then, for a moment, it seems to me,
that I hear your voice on the street.
How is it possible that after such a tragedy,
Does the Earth continue to orbit the Sun?
That a new day has dawned,
joyful for many...!
I let the light shine from the hallway at night,
just as you once told me.
Crippled, I limp down the stairs,
in the mirror, the reflection of an unfortunate mother.
And how can I live a life without life?
To live without you is like Golgotha!
There, not far from home, a grave site, covered in flowers,
a crowd of people daily defames your tragic fate.
On your pillow, your smiling face,
I gaze at it helplessly, without rest.
I bow my head as I caress the ground with my hands,
and I fiercely resist this earthly madness.
Then I look into your eyes again,
and the flame of a candle burning in the night.
Silence, thoughts swarm,
tears, their number unknown...
And then I rise, looking upwards,
because I won't and shouldn't look downwards!
For angels and paratroopers are flying,
but above all, you were a gentle, innocent child!
I embrace my daughter, I embrace my son,
but in vain, an entire world remains empty!
And every time I look into their eyes,
my soul burns, and my heart skips a beat.
Until the day of judgment, I will pray for their happiness,
because above all, the sadness of my children hurts the most.
