Poesia Torta

With special permission, I am posting a beautiful poem from Kenia, a fellow avid blogger, writer and poet (not necessarily in that order). The following poem, much to my absolute delight, was dedicated to me. I shared the poem with my children on Thanksgiving as a little toast during our dinner.

Kenia has a gift. She has the ability to express truth beautifully through words; what more could be asked from a writer. I love visiting her blog, reading her words, and seeing my own thoughts expressed skillfully in her poems, both in Portuguese and English. For a little taste of her inspiration…

http://poesiatorta.blogspot.com/

Vou usar seus olhos alegres
Como armadura
Quando minha imagem no espelho
For difícil demais de olhar
E buscarei neles a bravura necessária
Para travar minhas intermináveis batalhas
Diárias
E chegar em casa em tempo de
prepara-te o jantar

- Porque é exatamente isso
que as mães fazem
e você não ouse esquecer
que por trás de todo o metal
há um coração que pulsa por você.


I’ll wear your smiling eyes
As an armour
When my reflection on the mirror
Becomes too hard to look at
And I’ll seek bravery inside them
To fight my daily everlasting battles
And be home on time to make you dinner

- Because that's exactly what mothers do
And you don't dare to forget
behind all that heavy covering
there's a heart
that beats for you.