VISITING
A huge bunch of keys
the clinking sound resounded
in the deserted corridor.
The devastated hearts
beat up with sudden hope.
I heard my number and jump
In my sleep - I’m in my dream
I set out, hopeful, and I wonder
Who am I to see in this dead spot?
I am waiting by the cold bars,
Trembling, shuddering with shame.
Will I see my father or my mom?
Shuffling their feet with old age.
But this is such a big surprise!
The timid eyes and trembling hands
do not belong to no body else
Victoria and Philip have come.
I shouted or screamed, I don’t know.
They turned around and look at me
Did they recognize their mother?
Their eyes were asking worried
who is this that skinny woman?
I held them both into my arms,
Frozen hands they locked around my waist
Then all the joy felt got mixed with pain
And questions kisses and affection.
Could I warm their hearts?
Could I give them hope and love,
No matter that we were apart?
In my face the door was slammed;
They didn’t wave good bye –
Two little doves, they flew away
To go back home alone
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