Why did you leave so quickly, my dear mom,
You should have waited for your son to come;
An hour more, to hold your hand and try
To make you smile and then to say good bye.
And yet, an hour could have been too long
When the desire of your soul was strong
To rise up in the air like a balloon,
And I was sad you had to go so soon.
I long for you, a year has passed since then,
I thought one day you would be back again,
But it's in vain, we'll never get in touch,
Nevertheless, I love you very much,
And of your face, so beautiful and dear,
I've made a holy icon to revere.
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 12:34 AM UTC
Why did you leave so quickly, my dear mom,
You should have waited for your son to come;
An hour more, to hold your hand and try
To make you smile and then to say good bye.
And yet, an hour could have been too long
When the desire of your soul was strong
To rise up in the air like a balloon,
And I was sad you had to go so soon.
I long for you, a year has passed since then,
I thought one day you would be back again,
But it's in vain, we'll never get in touch,
Nevertheless, I love you very much,
And of your face, so beautiful and dear,
I've made a holy icon to revere.
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