Mămică tears because she missing her other childrens.
Daughters
back in village with tiny babies,
sons being mans of house.
I wanting to give Mămică my
super son hug,
for remember her that she have me,
her very own younger boy,
in this country.
But I am older now for
super son hug.
I watching her at table
with photos,
with tears,
with suffer.
Always she saying same thing:
‘I want all my babies in one place.’
Always she talking of return to our village;
‘I want to go home to Pata.’
That is why I only looking,
not speaking,
caressing her tearing
or
soothing her feeling.
Mămică not want to listen to
my need.
That one day my whole family can come to
visit
here.
Live
here.
Working
here.
In my new country.