Clouds glide
falling in love
with your joys
in black and white.
White, white,
yellow and ocher.
In the playground
of my games.
Grandma lost
her little daughter.
I lost my forgetting mother.
Clouds pass by
looking at me
among the lemons.
I know them
and I blame them.
As they abandoned you
when you shouted
no more!
Between my desk
and the sky.
I miss you so much,
mum.
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Text & picture© Guillermo G. Schiava D’Albano – ristretto230@gmail.com
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