Three years ago, my husband passed away. Now my son, Ivan, has become the main man in our family.
He recently underwent a difficult operation, but I pray to God that everything in his son was good - only this way ...
These verses about him:
Ah, Almighty ... - You alone know
No more expensive than a child - in my destiny.
This is the best Song in life,
I composed it in my notes.
I remember the song of the lips to me pulled
I caressed her and gave her breasts.
And at night, bending over her stooped
She guarded her, could not sleep.
Loved the melody of the first sounds
The first words and steps, striving into the distance ...
I kissed the Song of the face and hands,
And it seemed to kiss the holy grail.
I got up early in the morning with the Song
Giving her tenderness and all the warmth ...
If the Song was sick, she whispered: "Wahman ...
All diseases will win with you - in spite of "...
My son is a tributary of a happy river,
Responding to love, carries light ...
I pray that we live and sing - forever,
As if in a world of misfortune - there is no trace ...
If the pain of a son is measured over,
Instead of a son, punish me, Lord ...
All suffering taking on the earthly flesh,
I smile ... and leave the land easily ...
Yours - Olga Zarya