(Poetry)
Fátima
Queiroz
The
house, the ranch, the cage, the singing of the little bird
The
father, the mother, they look at the son with love and with caress
The
father cultivating the earth, the mother always knitting
The
son observes the world, he is going growing and he is going thinking.
One
day the son leaves, he will study, to turn doctor
The
father and the mother kiss the son and they waved a love good-bye
The
father in the work of the earth, the mother always knitting
The
son proceeds in the world, with illusions, that causing grief.
Months
pass, years pass and the time is going passing
The
father and the mother already old-aged, her always knitting
They
await the son's turn, but he never again returned
He
died sad in the prison, far away than so much loved.
The
father and the mother continue the life, awaiting the death
The
son not more exists, this was your
luck
The
father in the eternal earth-work and the mother always knitting
And
the son's return they continue waiting.
In
one night they saw the son in a beautiful car to arrive
"
Father! Mother! I came to look for
you! All we will travel "!
And
in that trip eternal, happy they follow the long road
It
remained the house, the ranch, the cage ...except the singing of the little bird.
(Published in the Collection " Poetries of Spring " - 2002
House of the Livro Editora Rio-pretense São José do Rio Preto - SP
- Page 63)
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