Mother / Him

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

If your life was dying slowly,
In this 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 soul apart,
though I put a lot of optimism into it,
believe me, mother.
You are special.
In your eye is my ,
Just because of you
I am persistent and positive.
Evil comes and goes.
We have met again and we chased,
And in circle again.
Sadness makes lips 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 shadow, 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

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 magazine, ‘Poeta’.

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