Missing you Dida

Gronmama

I am not myself

until my blood

is infused with you

in all of my veins

I am not myself

until my roots

sink down, shoot

into you, my earthmother,

I am not myself

until I manage

to keep, to carry

your image in my soul

I am not myself

until you cry out

with pleasure, or pain

in my voice

- Trefossa

दुनिया के में हर तरफ यह इल्म कुद्राती है, हम सब मिटटी से है और बस एक दिन मिटटी में मिल जाने के ओर बह चले है.