Do you remember

Tell me,

when was the very last time

you thought of me

Do you remember

Was it

my first cry –

my first word –

step

my small embrace

tight,

around your neck.

Tell me,

did you watch

I was running through

the greenest grass,

playing with tinkering rocks.

Did you soothe me

protect me

from the cries of howling wolves.

Did you write the letters

beneath declining light –

describing in length

ever-changing seasons.

Tell me,

core of my heart

has image of me haunted you

in every living day,

In the deep stillness of night

my face of reason.

(C) Dinka Bednjacic, 2016.