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Stoje przed
na zdjeciu ciocia Wladzia,wujek Benek,wujek Bronek i Filip.
Stoje przed
Twoim sarkofagiem,
przepelniona
dzieciecymi wspomnieniami,
- chlod kamienia
zamraza moja dlon,
oddalam sie myslami
w przeszlosc:
- nasza dzialka na Blotnej...
- dojrzale truskawki...
- zachwaszczone grzadki
czekaja na Twoje
zreczne palce...
- tata wola pod oknem
proszac o
klucz od piwnicy...
- ciocia Wladzia
przyszla dzis w odwiedziny...
jest upalne lato,
idziemy nad kanal...
Odgarniam wspomnienia
jak rozsypujace sie wlosy
- kolonia w Debrznicy...
tak niedaleko
- za niemal progiem
dziadek mieszka...
Jak w kalejdoskopie
zmieniaja sie obrazy
wraz z uplywem lat.
Odplywaja - na zawsze
mile wspomnienia.
Czarne chmury
zblizaja sie...
- po kolei odchodza TAM
babcie, ciocie
i wujkowie
tata , Kazik i jeszcze...
tuzin innych.
Teraz Ty ...lezysz
taka zimna na jezdni
- obok samochod
ktory na zawsze
zabral mi Ciebie.
Dzis - tylko lzami
podlewac moge
posadzone dla Ciebie
kwiaty - w kolejnym dniu Matki
a bol Mamo
bedzie trwal wiecznie
po Tobie.
czarnulka1953
23.05.2011
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