A question for our mother

04/25

Do you love me?

Earth, stars, mother,

do you love me?

It’s rainy where I am,

and I forgot the sun hides in the spring;

I came to feel myself again, but I don’t know what that feels like,

and the neighbours keep me up at night.

Mother, stars, earth,

do you watch me?

Do you linger with a loving look,

a question in your eye,

do you leave a path open for me,

in case I come to you at night?

Am I hunted by love,

or will I be forgotten by and by?