Parented by War

My father is the youngest of thirteen siblings.

The family had long been made up of 12 children.

At the end of the First World War,

the parents’ satisfaction was immense, none

of them had been summoned to the front.

And they rejoiced and celebrated so much,

that, on the joy of the moment,

and in advanced age, came to be conceived

the one who became my progenitor.

The years passed and my father, now adult,

was dating my future mother, led a calm

and peaceful one life.

They loved each other but couldn’t think

of marriage so soon.

They had to settle for life first.

Then the Second War broke out  

and he saw his companions going to fight.

But married people were exempt, so,

he went to the bank and got a loan, and

my grandfather helped him as he could.

They were quickly married.

And in an instant, I came into this world.

So his fate was also mine, we are both

Children of War.

This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©

An Approaching Sound

On “Return of the Dove, Oil on Canvas, 1851, by John Everett Millais”

Genesis 8.11 – “And the dove came in to him in the evening; and, lo, in her mouth was an olive pluckt off: so Noah knew that the waters were abated from off the earth”

We pretend having our life,

even world’s life, always under control,

from past generations to present days.

Sometimes we feel close to that certainty,

and it is good that this should happen,

giving us some encouragement on the route.  

We work with the mind and the heart,

science and desire, on outlining the future,

which we anticipate promising and happy.

Skirting around life’s corners, every so often,

we are faced with frightening facts,    

perhaps echoes of ancient Greek tragedies,

poor of hope in the human renaissance.  

Wars, revolutions, tyrannies and persecutions,

born on the drumming of soulless men,

have delayed landing in the promised land,

where milk and honey spur and light reigns,

preventing all evil once sown.

A land we have not yet arrived to,

but we heard an approaching sound   

of the beating of the wings of the dove

we released in our present generation.

The one that is bringing in its beak

the green branch of the tree of peace

and entire fraternal human feelings

Published in Ekphrastic Review, Dec 20, 2020


Suddenly it is the day you were afraid of,

that you questioned yourself from so long,

doubting your strength to face it.  

Now it is clear you should not had worried,

you missed happy hours you could have had,

forever lost.

You did not know, but always were in your hands

the tools and weapons to win the fight you feared,  

that ambush traced since old times, by they

who neither loved or wished you good things.      

We know they planned to eliminate you

and make life easier for them and their acolytes.

Really, your presence nowadays surprises them,

who never expected seeing you alive and stand up.

They are not aware your spirit has been blessed  

since ancient ages of justice and righteousness,

what they never would understand.

Moreover, they did not even dream    

that venomous and merciless your ancestors   

could put you on alert and guide your hands.  

Be sure your strength astonished them,

besides all who witnessed your struggle.  

You built secure pillars that will last forever,

for entire your offspring.

This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©