MOTHER

Once on a summer like this you

laid in a cool room like this

dying, unable to speak, and I

but spent few hours a day reading

poems not mine, as on the wall

a television set showed a world

become meaningless, and no

 in these cool rooms I have little

but time and poems not mine,

and eyes to a distant world.

14.06.2023

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