Mother, dear Poem
To tell all that hasn't managed to tell her.
To embrace as before it is gentle - gently,
And to iron shoulders, to kiss hands …
And to tell how isn't enough,
And to ask forgiveness, for everything …
To sit, having nestled, without releasing hands
Both to speak and to speak to her about everything …
I know that at an apartment door
Mother will never be able to enter,
Won't kiss, won't press as earlier
Won't ask how I have put mine now …
Mother, lovely, native,
There was only a memory of you.
The sepulchral hill, plate from a stone.
And that beats, and time hasn't saved pain.
I miss you very strongly mother.
I miss so that it is difficult to tell.
As I want that you would be near.
But there is no way, there is no road back.
Mother, dear, native, …
Where to me to put the pain ….
Soul shouts inside hysterically,
I will lack you …
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Posted: Sep 8, 2017
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