The warmth of her embrace

She shrivels up
but her brain still shiny    
a flower that withers    
pure glance of little girl
    
Cruel and inevitable
the weight of time    
crush and warp her bones    
increasing my feeling of grief    
    
The unrest for the death is nothing    
compared to the vacuum    
to the sense of loss    
the bewilderment for her departure  
    
A clean slate    
my whole family has disappeared    
A gust of wind on the dust of time    
passed in the hourglass    
that pulverizes everything    
    
She only remains        
the one for whom I persist to return    
for a slight kiss on the cheek    
to inale her clean scent antique    
    
From my restless sleep    
I sometimes emerge    
from so bold nightmares    
woven of loneliness    
and disillusion    
    
I find myself    
beating at her door    
searching the relief    
longing for ear her voice    
and the warmth of her embrace    
    
I am like a survivor    
escaped from the prison    
of torment and hunger
of my lightless soul    

"Thank God you're returned,
so these eyes can see you once more! "
She whispers.

The sweet illusion of being back home
to the faint beat of her ancient heart        
    
"I will be here to atend    
always be here to wait for you"    
She reassures me
like when I was a child    
    
But it is a pitiful lie
since everything passes
and everything dissolves
persons, things, love and hope    

Then I turn my head    
to hide from my mother
my silent tears