Sclerosis

                   I still can taste Your
          Own childhood, I daughter and
mother
Now the taste of your eyes staring into
          Enigmatic void

                     I still can see Your
          Warm hands, once in motion, now
frozen
Now the sight of my sad aching sobs stran-
          gled inside my throat

                    I still can feel Your
          Silent screams striving out in
despair
Now salty touch of my tears blurring Your
          Serene face away

                    I still can hear Your
          Listless body fighting creeping
Death
Now the death-cold sound of Your cheeks, appea-
          ling, I long to kiss

                    I still can smell Your
          Frightened looks, for life to grasp,
seeking
Now the burning smell of deadly flames,
          Your life consuming away

I wrote this poem in memory of my beloved mother
who died on June the 13th 2000. I love her and really miss her...