Poem: MAMA
Poet: Anree-Julian (Анри-Юлиан)
Music: Dedication to the Land (Jeff Broadbent)
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MAMA (English Translation)
Our life is like a film strip
Moves forward with each frame;
But sometimes these moments come up,
And memory goes in the past.
I don't remember children's toys,
I forgot about my bike;
I only remember my mother near my pillow
Kneeling and waiting for the dawn.
I remember the first pictures
When I took pencils in my hands:
I was happy to draw bold cobwebs
On mommy’s wallpaper in living room.
It's good that it was my mama,
Who could understand a little boy;
When she saw the creative flame,
Mother inspires her child to draw.
One day when children played war,
I asked mother to buy a red sword;
She was against that toy
But I didn’t understand her speech.
Son won’t forget his scars
When God puts him on the bed.
Who doesn’t listen advice of wise mother,
Will regret with tears all that time.
After I’ve lived half a century on the earth,
I’m ready to thank mothers;
After all, no matter what children we are,
You teach us to live our life right way.
May God bless You by happiness and longevity
For your prayers and your love!
Mom is the best in the world!
I repeat this over and over again.
To be a mother is honorable and worthy
Motherhood is a gift from God;
Although sometimes it hurts a lot
When the kids strike them.
Dear women, go for it!
Join to mother’s union;
Even if you don't give birth,
There are many orphans in the world.
Anree-Julian
1:15 PM May 8, 2020
© 2020 Anree-Julian
