Mother

when my time comes

to leave this earth,

I wish to part

from my heart here,

but my soul mother –

my soul –

let it return

back to you

Dear,

meet me

at the village way,

under the poplar trees,

near the edge of

native running stream

I will have a sip –

of cold mountain water,

before I reach

for your hand

and walk with you

across silent fields

to eternity

(C) Dinka Bednjacic, 2019