MOTHER’S SECRET
Ah, dear mother!
How I wish once more
To be a baby again,
To disturb your sleep,
To see if my mother
Ever truly sleeps.
Do I understand how my mother rests?
As your white hands covered
The embers in the hearth
With ash after midnight,
To rekindle the morning fire anew,
So, too, you hid your sleep
Throughout my life...