Hands in / hands, we stay / close.
A little step / here - a little step / there.
Then we / stop. We turn to each / other.
She crawls / up into our arms. We em / brace.
Leaning / bodies onto each other like / trees after the storm.
Ones that / hang onto each other so / they won’t fall.
Then I / whisper this trembling / sound.
“We’re gonna / make it, right? We’re gonna / make it through the night.
And what for / us has been a swamp will be one’s / valley.”
We close our / eyes and bow our / heads.
We touch our / hearts. They have / soften.
We open / up, stand up straight and start all / over.
Then I / feel you - watching / us.
Sending / down from above a glimmering / light.
“This is my / family” you say. “This is my / sister.”
I turn to / wards you. I see your / smile.
You close your / eyes and bow your / head.
Then dissap / pear into the / night.
Oh my / light! My precious, loving, / peaceful, all-embracing / light!
To my beloved husband & my precious queen,
I love you and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Kika Georgiou
#pethimose