the maturity and the youth
You are the formality of a judge
and the laughter of a joke.
You are the teller of a story
and the cold suddenly in summer time.
However, you are not the pillow in the bed,
the plug on the wall,
or the sweetness of candy.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the mother
nor the sister.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the kid waiting for the afternoon bus.
But I also happen to be the mother,
the person who is and will be waiting on the porch for your arrival.
I am also the lion in the savanna
and sometimes the mouse in its cave.
But don't worry, I am not the parent nor the brother.
You are still the parent and the brother.
You will always be the parent and the brother,
not to mention maturity and—somehow—the youth.
Hola papallona al infinit.
ReplyDeleteÉs sense dubte una bella reflexió, potser des de la enyorança, potser des de la llunyania, o potser des de l'alegria, però sempre des de la tranquilitat i l'armonia.
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Dear BUTTERFLY, first I want to say that you are so lucky to have this close relationship to your brother! You chose such wonderful words to express the mixture of things that he is to you: parent and brother, youth and maturity! I truly appreciate the way you describe yourself as mouse and lion and the mother waiting on the porch!
ReplyDeleteYour chosen images are sweet and strong. Thank you for sharing your LIFE and BROTHER through your writing!
while reading your blog, I could not stop thinking of my own brother who always had my back even when I really messed things up. Congratulation in your relationship with your brother.
ReplyDeleteI liked the first line, it was in a way mysterious. The third paragraph was funny. The imagery was nice.
Thank you for the post.