Mother grew up wings

I only know my mother from my grandparents’ stories
Used to dream her sometimes, so rarely, in my childhood
Or maybe I remember her from gods’ whispers
The ones with defeated powers
As the strength of a prayer
When everything seems lost
Today I just feel cold, so cold that

Eye’s pupil clings on a second
And my last bit of innocence
Breaks up completely
Like the irregular movements
Of an earthquake
Mother grew up wings
She embraces me in a hurry
Kisses me in my sleep
Telling that she would wait
In that garden full of angels
The end of all looks like a sieve
Through which life sifts
Living tears
Crouched under time’s hands
I hear them breathing
I know I'll see her soon