An Angel.
I was next to your bed last night. I had come to give a glance. I have seen that you were crying and you didn't succeed to taking sleep. I have whined little by little when you have dried a tear from your face, "I am me, I have not left you, it's everything ok, I'm fine, I am here." I was next to you at breakfast, and I have looked you pour the coffee, you were thinking sometimes your hands had caressed me. I was with you in the shops today, your arms were painful, and I would have wanted to bring your packages, but I haven't been able. I was with you today when you have gone to my grave, you take care of it with a lot of love. I want to reassure you, I am not there. I have walked with you for the house while you were looking for your keys, I have touched you with the leg, I have smiled and I have told you. "I am me." You seemed very tired and sad sitting on that chair, and I have looked for with all of my strengths to make you feel that I was there, next to you. For me it's possible to be so nearby you, always. And to tell you: "I never gone from here." You were sitting calm, then you have smiled, I think that you knew that in the quiet of the evening, I was a lot next to you. The day is ended... I smile and I look you yawn, and I tell you: "Good night, that God blesses you, see you tomorrow morning." And when the moment will arrive, you will cross the little space that divides us, I will run to you meeting to give you the welcome, and we will stay together. I have a lot of things to show you, and there are a lot of things to see for you. Be patient, it reaches the end of your trip... and then you come home, you come to me. With this poetry I greet you, little friend, your mother is desperate. Also my mother is crying while I am writing these words.
Bye little Mimmi.
Violina