(Translated by Dorota Stępińska)
In the chaos of longing
she recalls her Mum
– how she spread love
– how she gave everybody a piece of herself
– how she forgave, understood and helped.
Still, she kept forgetting
that communing with the muddy life
of those in need
was not a gift she’d been granted
but a swarming exchange
of her own life path,
that could have been the light,
for the path of darkness.
She didn’t know that
in order to sow heartening grains in others
– one mustn’t
neglect one’s own needs.