the canvas

The coat is in the eyes
the skin is in the moon
the smile in the sun ...
 
Divine art
to raise children
divine spectators
parents
who see them grow
that keep them to himself
with an umbilical cord cut ever
which transmits love
with threads that weave other threads
and weave life
on a canvas
I find them
and are rhymes unstitched
mouth ajar
in the pages of a book
that tells a mother.
In his eyes
embraces the child
like a boat
offshore
calm
clear.

Beppe Bresolin