Having a child is an opportunity that life gives you to try to listen again in our interior, to listen to our hearts, to give importance to the things that have it and subtract it from what is more banal and to dedicate ourselves more to the "being" than to "have." Surely more than one father and a mother feel that this transformation has happened as parents, even without being fully aware of it.
As every year by these dates, I want to offer a poem for Mother's Day. For this occasion I wanted to focus a little on that change, on that transformation that many mothers carry out, putting their children's wellbeing and their own instinct to the mandates of society. The title is "Listening to your heart".
Listening to your heart
Her son is not yet born, but she already knows mother, she had never given birth before, but she notices that it opens. The baby, already blooming, does not want to be late, just wants to change his nest, for his mother's chest. And in a precious and precise moment, he arrives to stay, embraced, curled up, willing, no doubt, to love him. She knows it, she smells it, she feels it, there is plenty of light, there is plenty of clothes, there is plenty of fear, plenty of mind, only the skin, only her fingers, only her mouth. There is plenty in this present, and she decides to walk barefoot, "bare feet!", No one understands it, it doesn't matter, she gets up. Leave the cold asphalt behind, leave the gray, follow the moon, reach the rivers, reach the green, close your eyes, hug you, cradle you. Happy Mother's Day
Dedicated to all the mothers who one day decided to put the brake on the frantic and sick society in which we live and decided to take off their shoes, feel the earth, find their origins and raise their children by following the dictates of their hearts, closing your eyes to smell the life they emanate and taking off what is left over to feel as pure as possible.
