A beautiful poem written by one of my friends, Virginia. I hope you enjoy it!
The Garden of My Youth
by Virginia Mateias
(translated from Romanian by the author’s daughter)
With barren feet I step on withered roses.
Out of warm blood-drops,
Memories will bloom
As I walk in the long since deserted house
Straining to hear
My grandmother’s echoing chants,
My earthly father’s forgotten voice.
From specks of dust and wind
I shall reassemble my Mother`s smile,
As my eyes dance away from cracked walls
Then turn to the sky above;
To the aloof,
Sunset to sunrise,
I will walk the gardens
Till sleep comes for me and finds me
Hidden In a deep fissure
Near a tall window
Because, you see,
I have always needed high, large spaces.
Afterwards, my child will come
In search of me and of a smile
Embedded in bricks and mortar.
The house itself shall fall apart,
Cars will enter the rose garden,
And a new highway will be built over it;
Only then, will my family and I, utterly freed from space
Will move to the sky,
To the best place to look upon
Strange people we have never met
In the spring of 2000 the poet, actress, and journalist, Virginia Mateias published her first literary work: a poetry volume in Romanian entitled “Persistenta Memoriei” (The Persistence of Memory). Virginia was acknowledged by her literary critics as “an authentic and spontaneous poet.” “The Garden of My Youth,” translated in English by her daughter, is a poem from her new book “In Umbra Ingerului” (In the Shadow of the Angel).
Virginia’s biggest passions: nature escapades, and travelling with her daughter on the footsteps of lost civilizations.