My mom told me:
the heart is not a fragile glass,
it is an ocean,
and every wave remembers.
She said:
when you walk through sorrow,
do not fear the shadows—
they are only the night's way
of teaching you the stars.
My mom told me:
time is not a line,
it is a circle,
and love never leaves,
it only changes its form.
She whispered:
you are not just a child of mine,
you are a child of the universe—
born from fire,
shaped by silence,
destined for infinity.
And when I asked her,
"what is the meaning of all this? "
she smiled,
and said:
to live is to remember
that you are more than yourself,
that the cosmos speaks in your breath,
and every goodbye
is the seed of another hello.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem