TO MY LATE MOTHER ON MIDSUMMER'S DAY

It's the longest day of the year,

the zenith of summer,

and the bonfires lit

will burn on the tranquil

surfaces of the lakes.

The white nights of the summer

are in their height this day,

this long day full of memories

burning in the mind

which knows no calm.

It was yesterday that we lost you,

a yesterday ten years ago

and still yesterday,

forever yesterday

reflected on each day after.

The days shall grow shorter,

the white nights of summer

shall give way to the

white, short days of the winter

in their funeral shroud.

The year shall reach it's nadir

and still it will be yesterday

that we lost you,

and when the days shall grow again

it will be yesterday that we lost you.

Since we lost you, my mother,

the years have come and gone,

the years shall come and go

and it will always be yesterday

that we lost you, my mother.

22.06.2019