may I bring you sunshine?
When the robin sings
so melodious and beautiful
may I help you to dance
to an unknown rhythm?
When the soul calls you
to sit and pray in solitude
may I bring you burning incense?
When you are sick
may I come to you
with my healing touch
and enlivening kiss?
You are so dear to me.
I give myself to you.
That is my joy.
(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) .