A LETTER TO MOM THAT WAS NEVER SENT
In the third class you were stopped because you learned a lot
spelling and writing without tones.
And without even talking about why,
you went to the gardens to help and work.
Injustice then, you needed it everywhere,
from young to old, until you become a Mother.
I know you didn’t talk
from a young age you had defined your purpose.
And when I, little in your arms, met you
everything I felt about you was true.
In your letters that I correct many times
you didn’t have tons and all the ” Is ” were all the same.
It looks like you were very advanced since then
about the wound they would later open in our Language.
Because today foreigners can’t
Learn Greek properly,
to simplify them said the wise men without a mind.
And you were right, and I was always angry
for many of my editorials which were killed .
Today you would have no problem with the Stars
and you would count them in the Sky as you used to
with your own simplified letters,
of the Third Grade when the war was dominating
and in the gardens to carve your fate
and feeding the mouths of both Men and children.
How many wars have we gone through since then?
How many dead have we counted over time!
In your own way of measuring it seemed very few
however, other generations were normally outnumbered.
Luckily you left at the time when the pain was on the stairs
so you should not see the stars that you loved,erased from the Sky.
Luckily you didn’t curry another opinion
for the birds and the winds that fled away
below the glittering stairs of your eyes
when in the evenings you woke up with the hours
embracing the tired and full of Heaven.
Fortunately for me and for explaining to you
because that star you were showing me, hurt you
the nights I woke up and you were not near me.
That night you had done so much
and I thought you would be tired …
then I didn’t know that the word ” fatigue ” was not in
in your vocabulary for a Third grader elementary school.
I never even heard an ‘ah’ from your lips
“sigh” is another word that didn’t touch you.
How much simplicity and charm in your eyes
How many sweet tender and big hugs …
I never knew your boundaries, you never had them.
We have all learned from you wherever you look
as you poured the table and you filled it in with love.
Luckily you left early not to see it
this wild catastrophe that haunts us.
These are the days when they are not tactic
and each is ready to crush the other.
What would you say, with the sweet patience you’ve always had
now that the world is locked up in an empty cell?