daughter

when you were born
my little daughter
it was cold and december
end of the season
snow had been dressing
the wavy skirts of the lousy city

shops were closing
and prices were getting higher

your mother was losing blood
and I was losing patience

smoking a lot
waiting a lot
counting a lot
how much left
how much gone

we cried a lot not because you came
but because you came late

now you are here with us
little princess
right here with us
in our arms