a lullaby for her

by walterdoege

She is a ninety years old woman…she is plenty of love…plenty of hope…plenty of goodness…I love her so much!…she loves me so much!…her fragility…her strenght…so near…so far…I feel she is well…I guess I must care myself…I care for my loved ones…I try not to understand…I try to do accept…the pain…the suffering…as if life shows me two sides…in fact…like the moon…one side of the moon  do never appear to us…life is mistery…I can not heal all…I must accept my limits…the wall…life is like a travel…the destiny is so difficult for me to accept…I try to put my fears all toghether and I take a yellow flower…on my hands…I make the impossible to break the wall…the bricks…hope…help…I love her so much!…with the bricks I pray…I go on…to my destiny…She gave me life…as a gift…