Mother, do you hear me?
Let me speak with my untouched tongue,
in silence I grave for attention.
“Pull me in” and taste the lies among.
Mother, do you see me?
Eyes, closed by day, took me down.
Afraid I was to see,
“to accept” the faith that you were no more around!
Mother, do you love me?
To love, or, to be loved? that’s the question.
I Will be asking myself till the dawn of night,
shimmering light wandering among your confession.