The Caesarean Poem by Valentin Busuioc

at 10.30
on a Sunday


my mother
on a hospital bed
did not scream
did not hate


only I
did I yell a little
enough to see her peaceful


a few minutes later
my mother`s belly was sewed
about 17 cm


this caesarean followed her for the rest of her life
when she got me in her arms
when she brought water to cattle
or when she washed the laundry by hand

now
two feet underground
nothing else hurts her


the caesarean is opened
neither this time my mother scream
or hate

only I
did I yell a little
enough to see her peaceful