Tuberose, orchid, jasmine
Flowers of the small garden of our little house
little house but
as big as the world that I once knew and loved




I waters the flowers

drank a sip of the breeze
touched the lustre of the sun.

I saw the scent of the flowers
as it spread itself in the garden.


A voice said:
Don't forget to buy bread!

A familiar voice,
mothers voice
voice of kindness,
happiness
voice of friendship and love


simple breakfast
bread and salty cheese
and sweet tea,
as it is custom in
northern families.

What days we had....


The enjoyment of our simple food.


Those days are long gone now.
Were is that house?
where did the flowers fled and why?
and why the same food,
don't have the same taste?


Once again a voice said:
Don't forget to buy bread...