Mamma,
You've always been
And You are still
The most beautiful
And bashful Woman
I've ever seen:
Since I was
Just a Child
I've ever felt
The urge to protect You
Even more than I felt
The need to be protected
In the quiet Nest
Of Your gentle Arms.
Both Strong and Fragile,
Mamma, You are
A Loving Certitude
In this Uncertain World.
This Poem is for You,
On this Day, and Everyday,
Just like my Love.
Alla mia Mamma
To my Mamma
12th May 2024
(C) Vera da Pozzo - Italy is Mine and it owes Me a Living
Drawing made by me today, with a paraphrase of Gertrude Stein's sentence from her 1913 poem Sacred Emily:
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Pictures taken by me too, this morning, in my favourite and secret Parisian park.
(C) Vera da Pozzo - Italy is Mine and it owes Me a Living
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