Anna… with the big heart and beautiful soul
You don’t know that I smooth your dream
curled up tight in bed
hair straggled across the pillow
like a skipping rope tossed on a playground
when you were five
wise eyes kept asking
why…
thank you for the time you give us
so I might return to answer
find a strong me in you
and the defencelessness of an embryo
might close us up in a box and carry us
up to the attic
and take me by the hand – as before
Translation Graham Crawford
Anturaż, FONT 2019