Humbleness
II
Grief is welcomed from your hands, she wrote to him;
I kiss your empty cigarette packages stored in the good
side of the chest. I have kept a curly hair from your
underarm, my son, my master, and I place all my hardships
there and I relax, my boy and if it isn’t much to ask, please
send me a bag of sugar so I can bake the cookies you like
come Easter time.
Manolis Aligizakis 