Once suffering mutely
You made me eloquent
Pleading pretty mercy
When you neglected
The after thought that i needed you.
I feel beautiful,erudite and lost Mother.
Rooted in my own loving I wanted yours.
This afternoon I cannot start the car.
This memory of us I carry heavy in the riot locker of my soul.
I paid for adoring you.
Hoping that you will find a place for me
Inside you.
Even if it is Bosnia shattering inside you.
I will stay there
Together, we will take cover for the bombs and I will sing for you to get better.
© Martin Navnihal Lochner
Poets for World Peace 