!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>in the gazebo by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>in the gazebo/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak/h2> div id=”content”> p> (for my Mother Danuta in Heaven) /p> p> a warm September day,br /> the thirteenth,br /> your birthday, Mombr /> smell of coffee on the terracebr /> sun is frolicking in the asters /p> p> there is a pergola in the middle of the orchardbr /> entwined with wild ivybr /> you are sitting in a rocking chairbr /> squinting your eyes to the sunbr /> and smiling to yourself /p> p> how do you measure the pastbr /> that burned in a furnace of lossbr /> how do you embrace the seasons of oblivionbr /> what pattern do you cut from the fabric of longingbr /> I look at you from a distancebr /> and regret all those lost years /p> p> you rock in your chair and eat an applebr /> I just need to cross the orchardbr /> and I could nestle in your arms againbr /> feel the soothing warmthbr /> listen to the heart beatbr /> just like when I was a child /p> p> a sudden gust of windbr /> brought clouds of mourningbr /> shadow fell across the asterbr /> I gaze back at the gazebobr /> and know now, that you are not there /p> p> my heart fluttersbr /> it refuses to acceptbr /> I close my eyes tears flowbr /> you are trapped under my eyelids,br /> Mombr /> and you have a warm place in my heartbr /> Mom … /p> br> /body> /html>
