ROLISMOS

SHE DOES NOT KNOW TIME My mother does not have many things. She has many thorns in her feet. My mother is preparing the soil To sow corn and wheat My mother lifts up her hands She waits for something. Many tears are running along her face She does not have bread to feed her offspring. Thinking about tomorrow She can not sleep in peace. Tomorrow is a new battle for her Against society’s injustice Sometimes she looks tired, pensive, and sad. It stops my heart for a while. She does not talk too much Just a few times she has smiled My mother works every day. She does not think about death. She is getting old She has many wrinkles on her forehead. She does not think about time She does not know holidays. She does not know day and night. She never saw a star shining in space. Blessed are the poor! Someone said. My mother does not believe it She needs the material bread She walks barefoot She never lifts up her head even if I tell