Too little time for caring... <br />the sick is close, close to the heart... <br /> <br />Not enough of the affection of your loved ones <br />Contrary to what you may think there is a lot of it <br />Just like fog it encloses and tucks in <br />and may disappear in a moment <br /> <br />I don't understand this moment as if it were <br />but not entirely captured <br />Caring gives a lot of joy if you long for it <br />It takes a lot of effort and suffering of the soul <br />while it's there <br /> <br />And I am again between one and the other <br />But I still have somewhere to go <br />To the person who's always waiting <br />To Mother <br /> <br />(transl. by Urszula Sledziewska)<br /><br />Dorota Szumilas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-about-mother/
