grandmother

Sat Shri Akal!

To complete my previous post i have of course let you share in one of the-grandmothers- poems ( part of a series written after the birth of my little princess).
Again it is diffucult to translate, because a lot is lost in translation. The occasional rhyme is gone (since my knowledge of english is not big enough to have proper synonyms), but i tried more or less to have a "flow" in the poem. Hopefully the general idea or feeling is still recieved by the reader. And that is -to me- the most important task of poetry; to let share in a feeling
or an emotion. Writing (especially of poetry) is deleting, is scraping of words. So you keep only a handful to tell a full story. Hope you recognise a bit.

grandmother

it was well ingrained

but

nobody could see

how women gone too long

mingled here with us

barely they were closed

while they depopulated

and in the evening light

the empty laundry was caressed

with often repeated strokes

because in this year or maybe

in this century

in every daughter will

unfold a gentle mother's mother

some wise women

mingled here with us