TREASURES OF THE PAST

Within my thoughts, I hold a cherished place,
sown with the tenderness I once have known;
its harvest ripens, gentle in its grace,
past fields in bloom whose seeds today have grown.

The harvest of a home, where, in embrace,
the bird once sheltered heartbeats joined as one,
within the wondrous, strange and sacred space
of harmony. What beloved days are gone!

The years of childhood, deep and fundamental,
became the living sap of all my root,
the fruit of seeds celestial and transcendental.

Fragments of feeling, delicate, immaterial,
are memories of a happy home's sweet fruit —
my jewels, treasured joys, forever essential. 

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

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