Pooh
Miscellaneous
Elenora My Mother
ELEONORA, MY MOTHER of Pooh
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Among old things, that long dress from your twenties
how beautiful then with the laces no longer white due to age
woman, you, my mother, discover me spying on you for the first time
from the door among your old things.
The emotion falls into the thoughts of your tired reality
clearly that memory makes its way between fantasy and age
on your tired face a dull smile is what remains
of a life never lived always waited too long now.
Your ancient disappointment already appears among the first wrinkles
let your long hair down like never before so beautiful I didn't see you