Paola Deffendi is still waiting.

 

Paola Deffendi is still waiting.

 

Paola Deffendi is waiting.

Guilio Regeni her son lies buried under a line of cypress trees.

Her son’s gravestone is just a plain marble slab.

Unadorned except for flowers, devotional candles and a small photograph

His face open and earnest.

 

Paola Deffendi is waiting.

‘It’s all over the happiness of our family was so short.’’

She waits for justice to be done and for truth to be told.

Veritas for Guilio Regeni.

And love will triumph, love for a child will not be out done.

His face open and earnest.

 

Paola Deffendi is waiting.

Nagy said – ‘‘We will just have to wait. Inshallah, something will come of it.’’

And the secrecy of darkness enfolds always playing for time.

Hoping people will forget, and we and the world will stop watching.

And Guilio Regeni lies buried under a line of cypress trees

His gravestone a plain marble slab.

 

 

 

Paola Deffendi is waiting.

For the real truth and not the convenient truth to be revealed.

And those at the top who know – have secrets in the darkness of their hearts

Guilio Regini’s broken and violated body was left propped up

Waiting to be found. But they’d found it already

It was in plain view. And they knew, they knew.

 

Paola Deffendi is waiting.

A mother honours the child she brought into this world,

The son she loved and watched as any mother would.

A child who grew into manhood with brilliance and compassion

And the intense inquisitiveness that showed his humanity

And now Guilio Regeni lies buried under a line of cypress trees.

 

 

“But we will not stop until we find an answer. We owe it to his mother.”

 

©RobCullen2017

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