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.