SWEET PLUMS
My loved Brother
Today, in the middle of my weekly shopping
Between bananas and tomatoes
I found red plums.
The noise around me
Made silence,
My mind traveled 24 years ago,
To our small city,
so distant that looks like another life.
Remember?
Each month we used to buy
two plums and one sweetened milk,
our monthly rewards
nobody except you, can understand
the huge pleasure that we felt
in the first bite.
What selfish we are
We did not want to share with anybody
Our delicious delicacy.
It was our moment
To talk about our first love deceptions,
Our dreams, our plans to will
Without parents around
What young we are
What innocent we are.
Now with a sea between us
I brought the plums home, I put sweetened milk in it
and in memory of us, I took the first bite.
While I taste the sweet flavor, I wonder
What happened to our plans?
Our dreams? Our family?
And the most difficult question,
The question that made me
Suffocate a cry in my throat,
And move the head to banish an idea,
That question is
Will I see you again?
Rasa Kabaila
Fri 24th Sep 2021 22:19
Querida Erika,
This poem brought tears to my eyes. This really is such special writing.
You will see your brother again.?
Besitos y abrazos.
Muchas gracias,
Rasa