{"id":235207,"date":"2025-05-10T20:02:50","date_gmt":"2025-05-10T20:02:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/swissfederalism.ch\/lettera-di-una-madre\/"},"modified":"2025-05-10T20:40:39","modified_gmt":"2025-05-10T20:40:39","slug":"letter-from-mother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/swissfederalism.ch\/en\/letter-from-mother\/","title":{"rendered":"Lettera di una madre – Letter from a mother"},"content":{"rendered":"

Lettera di una madre<\/span><\/h1>\n

Tu non hai ricordi
di quando eri piccolo,
come un fagiolino
piantato nel mio ventre.
E gi\u00e0 ti volevo bene:
il tuo cuore batteva dentro di me,
insieme al mio.<\/p>\n

Crescendo, volevi esplorare il mondo,
e tra i dolori miei
e le tue spinte,
sei venuto alla luce,
puntandomi quegli occhi belli
che parevano fanali,
illuminando il mio viso.<\/p>\n

Mi cercasti subito il seno,
e ti sfamai.
Un tuo sorriso
era la ricompensa
di tutti i miei dolori passati
e dei sogni futuri verso di te.<\/p>\n

Affrontare le malattie dell’infanzia
non \u00e8 stato facile.
Poi venne il giorno
in cui ti portai all\u2019asilo:
mi si stringeva il cuore
al sentire i tuoi pianti.
Ma dovevi crescere,
e imparare con me
quanto pu\u00f2 essere dura la vita.<\/p>\n

Essere madre non \u00e8 facile,
ma non lo \u00e8 nemmeno
diventare grandi
e restare lontani
dalla malvagit\u00e0 altrui.<\/p>\n

Tu dovevi diventare
un uomo giusto,
saggio e coraggioso.
Cos\u00ec, con amore,
ti presi per mano
e ti sussurrai all\u2019orecchio
la sapienza.<\/p>\n

Ed ora che sono vecchia,
stringimi la mano,
e accompagnami anche tu
l\u00e0 dove tutto \u00e8 cominciato.
Chiuder\u00f2 gli occhi
per, un giorno,
rinascere in una nuova vita.<\/p>\n

Zaira Sellerio<\/p>\n

Letter from a mother<\/span><\/h1>\n

You have no memories<\/span><\/p>\n

of when you were little,<\/span><\/p>\n

like a little bean<\/span><\/p>\n

planted in my belly.<\/span><\/p>\n

And I already loved you:<\/span><\/p>\n

your heart beat inside me,<\/span><\/p>\n

along with mine.<\/span><\/p>\n

Growing up, you wanted to explore the world,<\/span><\/p>\n

and between my pains<\/span><\/p>\n

and your thrusts,<\/span><\/p>\n

you came into the light,<\/span><\/p>\n

pointing those beautiful eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

that looked like headlights,<\/span><\/p>\n

lighting up my face.<\/span><\/p>\n

You immediately sought my breasts,<\/span><\/p>\n

and I fed you.<\/span><\/p>\n

A smile from you<\/span><\/p>\n

was the reward<\/span><\/p>\n

of all my past sorrows<\/span><\/p>\n

and future dreams towards you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dealing with childhood illnesses<\/span><\/p>\n

was not easy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then came the day<\/span><\/p>\n

when I took you to kindergarten:<\/span><\/p>\n

my heart clenched<\/span><\/p>\n

at hearing your cries.<\/span><\/p>\n

But you had to grow up,<\/span><\/p>\n

and learn with me<\/span><\/p>\n

how hard life can be.<\/span><\/p>\n

Being a mother is not easy,<\/span><\/p>\n

but neither is<\/span><\/p>\n

becoming great<\/span><\/p>\n

and staying away<\/span><\/p>\n

from the wickedness of others.<\/span><\/p>\n

You had to become<\/span><\/p>\n

a just man,<\/span><\/p>\n

wise and brave.<\/span><\/p>\n

So, with love,<\/span><\/p>\n

I took you by the hand<\/span><\/p>\n

and whispered in your ear<\/span><\/p>\n

wisdom.<\/span><\/p>\n

And now that I am old,<\/span><\/p>\n

shake my hand,<\/span><\/p>\n

and accompany me too<\/span><\/p>\n

to where it all began.<\/span><\/p>\n

I will close my eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

to, one day,<\/span><\/p>\n

be reborn into a new life.<\/span><\/p>\n

Zaira Sellerio<\/p>\n

\"Mother<\/a>
Mother and son enjoying time together in the great outdoors. Image by jonas mohamadi on www.pexels.com<\/span><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Review<\/span><\/h2>\n

This poem is a touching tribute to maternal love and the deep and indissoluble bond that unites a mother to her child. With delicacy and emotional intensity, the author retraces the fundamental stages of a child’s growth, from conception to adulthood, giving voice to a mother’s most authentic and visceral feelings.<\/span><\/p>\n

Every moment recounted – from sweet expectation to birth, from the first conquests to the inevitable separations – is imbued with tenderness, pain, hope and wisdom. Universal themes emerge: the fatigue of growing up, the need to face life’s difficulties, and the profound desire for one’s son to become a just, strong and aware man.<\/span><\/p>\n

The finale, in which the now elderly mother asks to be accompanied on her last journey, is not just a farewell, but an invitation to keep and pass on all the love, wisdom and care she has received. It is a gesture that seals continuity between generations, leaving the son to carry on the light that once guided him.<\/span><\/p>\n

A bit of history<\/span><\/h2>\n

Mother’s Day<\/strong> is a civil celebration widespread in many countries, created to honour the mother figure and her social role. Its roots go back to antiquity, with Greek and Roman cults dedicated to deities such as Rhea and Cybele. In modern times, it was in the United States<\/strong> that the current holiday took shape: in 1872 Julia Ward Howe proposed a day for mothers, but it was Anna Jarvis<\/strong> who institutionalised it in 1907, setting it on the second Sunday in May<\/strong>, a date made official by President Wilson in 1914. It became widespread in Europe after the First World War: Switzerland<\/strong> (1917), Germany<\/strong> (1923), France<\/strong> (1950) and Italy<\/strong> (1957). Today, the holiday is celebrated in most parts of the world, mainly between March and May, with different traditions and dates depending on the country.<\/span><\/p>\n

Some awards for her work<\/span><\/h2>\n