Hello, Father, Mother,
Dear little one, life’s blood,
That day our hearts joined in one beat
And stayed there forever.
You lived inside me, where the blood flows hottest,
Stayed in my arms and never left.
When you died, my heart beat for two,
Two times as fast, until it burst and shriveled
Away like roses before wildfire.
It lingers like woodsmoke and potpourri,
And life goes on much as before (a lie.
Roses drink deep of the breezes, from wellsprings thawed of ice.
Fragrance, sweet, and young, and delicate,
Death has cruelly smeared in ash.)
