Tania F Miclău - FLORICA

FLORICA

The rhytmical tunes from my native land,

Take me back to the place I always reminisce

With every step my heart follows

Yearning to feel the joy within!

The music fades

Yet in a trance I still remain

I dance forth with no guide

Only the memories to show me the light!

The soil beneath my bare feet

Often heard my laughter

As the music played every night

And filled the air with delight!

The fields were în season and ready for harvesting

My parents would work from dawn to dusk,

And my litle hands helped where they could

In a vilage that time has forgotten!

Oh, how I once loved this land,

So full of life and blissfulness,

I now walk upon the dry land where my mother is buried

On the soil that has taken her away from me

And can feel her with every step I take!

Her long dress and apron I remember

With the fragrance of the farm on her clothes,

I would sit on her lap and feel her heart beat

Which I now long for!

Her love for the land was so great,

That it compared only to her love for my sister and I

This land now grows stale,

My feet are course from the harsheness of the field and dirt

And here we worked

Growing up on a farm now bare of the love it once blossomed

Tania F Miclău

( These verses are dedicated to my mum Florică, created from

her life story which she told to me many times!)

Ion Miclau