Mama In The War



You took us,
your children,
under your hands, mama,
beneath the steps of our home's
first floor,
to protect us from the bombs.

You never slept
and in the hot summer nights
your only mission
was our safety.

You are my president mama,
you and all those women,
who protected
and still defend their children
against the blinded-with-hatred
soldiers of death
__all around the world__

Under the bombs, you showed no
fear.
The drastic changes in our
lives,
you took
quiet and peaceful
with your inner love and belief
and tried to dispel,
the terror of death
from the
filled-with-fear eyes
of your children.

You made a new reform of
solidarity
and election of bravery
in our home.

You drove us to
the polished satisfaction
of holding each other's hands
through the rough times__
In the deepest corners of my
memory,
deep in my heart,
deep in my thoughts,
of blackout
and no candlelight,

I could see your blond hair,
brown eyes
and comforting face. My vote goes to you, Mama.