100

The Sun has melted the Fog

Who kept the Sky captive

And now I can see your Eyes

In all their Light Blue Brightness

Dear Wise Man, now Centenarian

How I wish I could rewind Time

And unchain my captive Mind

Print my Poems and my Drawings

Without any Hesitation

And allow You to give Me

Your Farewell Gift - the Book

You wanted so bad to publish

For You knew I should be known

Despite my Modesty and Shyness

But I was wrapped up in the Fog

Of the complete Antithesis of Love

Who daily fed my old Black Dog

And robbed Me of my Inner Light

And I was so scared of the Future

That I could not realize nor accept

You were the Third Pillar to die

In less than five Years of my Life

You knew it and You kissed my Cheek

As the Grandpa I've never had

Wishing me a Merry Christmas and

A Happy New Year You would not end

Four months later, for once, I had

Some Good News to tell You, but

Your Number was disconnected

Three Months of Doppelgängers

Appearing everywhere in Paris

Then I finally came back Home

And was told that You were gone

When Spring had just begun

Happy Birthday to You, even if

It's the seventeenth I cannot wish

In the City I was born and You not

You made Palermo your Home

And made Me feel less Alone

In my World of Words and Birds

When the Ordinary Boys and Girls

Called Me the weirdest of the Nerds

The Sun has melted the Fog

Who kept the Sky captive

And now I can see your Eyes

In all their Light Blue Brightness

To J. M. (Rotterdam, 1926 - Palermo, 2009)

Vera da Pozzo

19th October A. D. MMXXVI

Poem above and photograph below by me.

(C) Vera da Pozzo

(C) Italy is Mine

(C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living

#100 #Centenarian #DearWiseMan #poem #poetry #art #memory #gratitude #Palermo #Rotterdam #VeradaPozzo #ItalyisMine #italyismineanditowesmealiving