Magazine of memories

My mother is not here

She is still in deep sleep

Eight o’clock morning

My eyes catch 

A beautiful painting

In her dusty kitchen window

Where the sun melts fog

Silently 

Not disturbing my mother's long-lasting rest,

The milky white velvet

Clings on trees, the silent road and a frosty field

Rebelling against the never losing power.

The frost is holding tightly on evergreen grass,

It dazzles fighting for its survival

After its lover - blue hour

Suddenly broke 

Its Moonlight glittering heart.

29/11/24

I saw a pink flower

In the late Christmas afternoon,

It was blooming in the grey meadow

Up in the sky.

I picked it up with my eyes

And planted in my back garden.

I nourished it with drizzling silver rainwater,

Its petals were smouldering in joy vividly pink 

Absorbing my love.

But its presence did not last for long

It left me in the same evening 

With jingling Christmas bells

Wrapping itself into warm black clouds.

And just before I wanted to ask,

Will you ever be back again?

It kissed me on my forehead

Leaving  me to wonder 

Was it just a dream

I saw it now.

25/12/24

You were born in front of my eyes

Screaming yellow, orange and red

While lying on your mother’s innocent blue skin,

Being afraid that you won’t survive,

Wishing an angel were here.

I witnessed you growing as a beautiful day

Spreading love wherever you could reach it,

I saw how you died in front of my eyes

Being as beautiful as a newborn baby

Once you were.

Ivo Bierands

02.01.25