Just before I close the mirrors of my soul ,
cross of life glides off my shoulders,
please Lord, grant me a moment to forgive
To my biological mother for abandonment ,
to the mortals who forbid me to call her by name
To my fathers children bearing his name
To women who wore raven scarves
from a long gone era for cursing my existence
To Judge who failed to see
image of my parents in me
To sharp rocks , the only toys of my youth
whose scars I still carry
Grant me a moment to apologise
to my childhood trees
for failing to reach the apogee of my dreams
Forgive them for growing taller
in wisdom and strength more than I ever could
Lastly , my forgiveness goes
to my adopted land
for taking the best years of my life ,
more than a half of my migrant heart
And to the country of my birth
for eternal invasion of my inner self
who never remembered my name
(C)Copyright Dinka Bednjacic
written , 20. 2. 1993.
Dinka Bednjacic 