Repentance

Many in our language, the word nice,
And in the soul, sin is heavy like a donkey:
Why am I educated and courteous,
Parents said a few warm words?
In those harsh postwar years
As if not until tenderness was,
His life verified the steps.
And Douala the path to the village,
It seemed that everything, as always...
... As thunder hit: mother Died!
Gone forever. Not back here.
Could not believe everyone was waiting for the wife dad,
Parents, brothers deceased seemed so.
He lived after mom a bit,
The world beyond and took it.
No, I was not indifferent to my parents -
Drove to the best doctors,
The only thing that bothers me very,
That is not warmed by the warmth of the words.
For the times itself, should punish,
And I turn to heaven with repentance:
-Find my parents immortal souls,
Forgive, forgive me the sin!
To me soon already winter of knock,
Because autumn is freezing cold winds.
Waiting for affection from children, grandchildren,
Who would warm the soul of the word warmed?
No gifts and new things,
My time in the gray Eternity of SP...
Darlings! Don't spare a kind word,
Because it is freezing from loneliness of the soul.