In Ulmu was your home, your land, your spring,
there you left your children, and longing to cling.
Grandfather Mihail, gone too soon,
Grandmother Olimpiada, with her gentle tune.
Though I did not meet you as I had wished,
I carry you in my heart, endlessly cherished.
The village and kin remember you still,
and I honor you with love, as my heart will.
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With respect and boundless longing,
your grandson who keeps you in his soul,
Andrei Guțu
Personal note / Message about my grandparents
Grandfather Mihail left us too early, so I never had the chance to know him. Yet, from my mother’s stories and those who knew him, I learned he was a respected man in Ulmu village, Ialoveni district, a devoted father, and a support to everyone around him. His memory lives on in how he raised his children and the respect he left behind.
Grandmother Olimpiada I knew only in my early childhood. She remains in my heart as a gentle, hardworking woman who, despite being an orphan, built a home and raised eight children. Even though my memories are few, her face is forever linked to the warmth of our family home and my roots.
Thinking of them fills me with gratitude and longing. Grandfather Mihail and Grandmother Olimpiada are part of our family story and who we are today. May God grant them peace, along with all those who have passed from us.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 5:19 AM UTC
In Ulmu was your home, your land, your spring,
there you left your children, and longing to cling.
Grandfather Mihail, gone too soon,
Grandmother Olimpiada, with her gentle tune.
Though I did not meet you as I had wished,
I carry you in my heart, endlessly cherished.
The village and kin remember you still,
and I honor you with love, as my heart will.
__________________________________________________
With respect and boundless longing,
your grandson who keeps you in his soul,
Andrei Guțu
Personal note / Message about my grandparents
Grandfather Mihail left us too early, so I never had the chance to know him. Yet, from my mother’s stories and those who knew him, I learned he was a respected man in Ulmu village, Ialoveni district, a devoted father, and a support to everyone around him. His memory lives on in how he raised his children and the respect he left behind.
Grandmother Olimpiada I knew only in my early childhood. She remains in my heart as a gentle, hardworking woman who, despite being an orphan, built a home and raised eight children. Even though my memories are few, her face is forever linked to the warmth of our family home and my roots.
Thinking of them fills me with gratitude and longing. Grandfather Mihail and Grandmother Olimpiada are part of our family story and who we are today. May God grant them peace, along with all those who have passed from us.
The poem was originally written in Romanian and later translated into English.
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