“No more illusions.
Fate was not kind to me”.
Up there, far up,
The jackdaw cries.

It’s being harmed.
It’s unhappy…again.
Even though…it’s a beautiful day.
It is winter…after all.

Nature is different.
Sad and abandoned.
Kind of broken. Guilty.
It seems to be dying.

Sometimes it comes alive.
It shines and sparkles like in the summer.
It discovers new beauty.
Therefore… Happy days are coming.

Written by Regina Kwiatkowska (my Mom) on October 17, 1972
Translated from Polish by Karina Asper