Mother / Him

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In this poignant and soulful poem for mother, Tatjana speaks of evil that comes and goes and sadness that silences.

If your life was dying slowly,
In this rhythm mine was living fast.
It is the same:
I can see the day, I can see the great day,
I can see the glorious day,
My mother.
If something is tearing my apart,
though I put a lot of optimism into it,
believe me, mother.
You are special.
In your eye is my happiness,
Just because of you
I am persistent and .
Evil comes and goes.
We have met again and we chased,
And in circle again.
Sadness makes silent.
Don’t I have a right to love aloud?
I will write a long poem.

©Tatjana Debeljački


In this prose poem from Tatjana sees more than the eyes.

Profile. Face in the , straight lines of forehead and nose,

Plump lips, on the neck behind the left ear.

No, it is not a scar. It is a shadow of the ear.

Can’t see the eyes, but hear voice distinctly. It’s him.

©Tatjana Debeljački

Illustration by: Dragoljub Djuričić

English translation: Danijela Milosavljević

Tatjana Debeljacki

Tatjana Debeljacki writes poems, short stories, stories, and haiku. She is a member of the Association of Writers of Serbia, UKS, since 2004. She is in the Haiku Society of Serbia; is the deputy editor of ‘Diogen’, and editor of the , ‘Poeta’.

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