Χρόνια πολλά μανούλες!

The mother

“How
do I tease the mother to make me sad,
who
tries all night and all day for my good?

How can I deny or postpone
what it says and requires,
since I have
no friends on earth like this anymore ?

She
had soft infant breasts on her breasts , she
sat me on her knees
and taught me to talk.

She feeds me and dresses me
all the time she turns around,
and next to my little bed,
as if I wake up sick.

As I fall and hit, she
kisses the wound.
That, what I have to leave
and what to do, guides me.

So how
can I make such a mother feel sorry for trying
all night and all
for my good? “

George Vizhinos.