Were we ever together,
Did we walk through the woods,
Were you next to me,
Was I with you…
I don’t remember…
Were you tall and kind,
Did I dream about your hands,
Did you visit me often,
Did you tickle my cheek with your eyelashes…
I don’t remember…
I do not remember, that you kissed me,
Hid your face in my hair.
I don’t remember Your face.
I don’t know if you liked to dream…
I don’t remember our evenings together… anymore,
The fear of night and the night’s magic.
I don’t remember the color of Your eyes,
Although I see you always… at night…
Written by Regina Kwiatkowska (My Mother) on December 1, 1971
Translated from Polish by Karina Asper
I read the sneak peek and now more so than ever I can’t wait to read your book. #excited
Jasmine, Thank you for your kind words and support. Trust me… I cannot wait have it in my hands as well. 🙂