always playful and gay.
I asked the little angel to sing.
Then playfully she flew to flowers
and birds and bees
and all those beautiful creations.
Then she flew to me,
sat on my nose
looked into my shining eyes
and sang a beautiful song.
For a moment I was lost
in ecstatic moods
and my heart jumped
in joy and knew for myself
the beauty of my soul.
(This was published in Poetfreak under the name of Genovamaaa. Genova was my beloved mother. She died at the young age of 38. I want to keep her name alive as long as I am alive) .