LETTER

(To Mother) from the book, North Road'' in 2008

There, under the wing of the bird,

I hid you

from the barking dogs,

from the long rains,

from memories and storms,

forever in the shadow

of linden and cherry,

between bees and flowers.

There I hid you,

from the tired roads,

from waters and floods ,

from hills and plains,

forever,

from fatigue and waiting.

Under the wing of the bird

I hid you.