Mother’s Secret

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...