Mother's day monologue to tears. Poems for mom: long and short, touching to tears. Beautiful poems to beloved mother from her son and from an adult daughter. My temple

I love my mom

Mom brings me
Toys, candy,
But I love my mother
Not for that at all.
Funny songs
She hums
We are bored together
It never happens.

I open it to her
All their secrets.
But I love my mother
Not only for that.
I love my mom
I'll tell you straight,
Well, just for
That she is my mother!

L. Davydova

Song about mom

You know, mom, it's a normal day
We can't live without you!
The word mom is so familiar
Talk to us from the first days!

One has only to look closely, -
The whole world will warm around
With the warmth of my mother's heart
Gentle, kind hands ...

Our troubles and adversities
Retreat before you
It becomes clearer to us every year
How are you fighting for us!

Mom, - there is no friend dearer -
Do you believe in our every takeoff!
Who else will help you ?!
Who else, like you, will understand ?!

M. Sadovsky

Mama

Mom's dresses
Well straight
Countless.
There is blue
And there is green
There is blue
With big flowers -
Each serves
In my mother's way.

This goes away
She's to the factory
In this to the theater
And he goes to visit,
Sits in this,
Busy with drawings ...
Each serves
In my mother's way.

Thrown casually
On the headboard
Old, shabby
Mom's robe.
I serve it
Take care of mom,
And why -
Guess yourself:
If he puts on
Colored robe,
So the whole evening
Will stay with me.

G. Demykina

Mom and Motherland are very similar:
Mom is beautiful, Motherland too!
Take a closer look: mom has eyes
The colors are the same as heaven.

Mom's hair is like wheat
That ears in endless fields.
Mom's hands are warm and tender
They resemble a ray of the sun.

If mom sings a song, then she
The cheerful and sonorous stream echoes ...
This is how it should be: what is dear to us,
Always reminds our mothers.

A. Starikov

March 8

Again spring murmurs streams
Birds chirp for show.
And the sky with blue eyes
He looks at us slyly.

Mom has a special day today -
A holiday came to her doorstep.
My daughter and I, joyful, both,
Cooking her sweet cake.

Although this is not an easy task,
The cake is given to us with difficulty
But in the morning, what infusion
Now our whole house is full!

Mom shines all with happiness
And smiling on the go
He tells us: what a pity that the holiday
This happens once a year.

That would be like mom

My mom is singing
Always at work
And I always
Helping with the hunt!

Dreaming
Like mom
I become.
I'm learning to iron
And cook
And wash,
And I wipe the dust
And I sweep the floor ...
Dreaming, dreaming.

Dreaming, dreaming ...
I dream
How is your mom,
Be able to do everything
And maybe
How is your mom,
I will learn to sing.

M. Sadovsky

Important Meeting, or What to Present for Mothers

Everything in the forest is noisy, singing -
Mother's holiday is coming!
Everyone needs to discuss:
Shall we give mothers what?

The monkey dads will say:
- We will buy bananas for mothers!
To cook all year round
We have a banana compote.

Hamster dads will say:
- We will buy hooks for mothers!
To day-day to night
Sweaters were knitted for us!

Daddy-bears will say, say:
- Let's buy-buy covers for moms!
Let's buy jars, roots -
Let the mothers cook the jam!

Well, the bunny at the edge
Rushing into the distance, ears spread,
Hey, wait! Where are you going?

- I'm in a hurry to buy flowers!
After all, why give hooks?
Eh, you bears, hamsters!

For moms to rest
So that they flutter like birds
Let's love mothers!
We will give them flowers!

So stop thinking a lot!
All for me on the way!
For a gift - the very hour!
Mothers are waiting for us with flowers.

And where to get flowers - we will find!
Let's go to the mothers with them in the forest,
Mothers' holiday is a big day ...
We love moms with all our hearts!

K. Avdeenko

Quarrel with mom

Nikita was rude to mom,
And now she's angry!
It is necessary, without a doubt,
To apologize!

Although Nikita was stubborn
He goes up to mom anyway.
After all, not life, but just grief,
If you are in a quarrel with your mother!

Who will hug you tenderly?
Only mommy, of course!
She will forgive you everything
And treat you with candy.

Nikita apologizes,
And the insult is forgotten!
Things are going well
If mom is happy!

E. Popova

Our mom is the best!

Our mom is the best!
On her gorgeous fur
For a smile, a clear look
Cats look with envy!

In a gray, velvety fur coat,
In a gray-silver hat,
With a purse, with heels,
With light pink glasses ...

Pink and gray -
There is nothing more elegant!

Mom's pink ponytail
Like the most fashionable lady
We are more beautiful than the tail
Never seen!

Others have worse tails
Aunt Piggy loves puddles
Aunt Lizard - oh! -
I lost my tail.

And here is the tail of our mother
All are more elegant and beautiful.
We are a big family
We love mom with all our hearts!

Only kittens with aunt Kisa
They call mom "Rat"
And her outfit is cool
They call it "rat".

And the chickens of Aunt Kluchey
They say we are braggards
What the tails of braggers -
Only rodent tails.

Only the peacocks themselves
They like to show off their tails
Like, peacock tails -
Standards of beauty!

We don't argue, we don't make noise
We look at mommy
Praise, congratulations,
We say compliments!

After all, for every child:
Both the kitten and the rat,

Mom is the most tender
Mom is the most needed
Mom is more important than everyone
Mom is dearer than everyone

Both clear and simple
From ears to tail!
From lovely lovely ears
Until the wonderful tail!

T. Shatskikh

Velcro-why

Mom loves and regrets.
Mom understands.
My mom can do everything
Knows everything in the world!
- Why do wasps bite?
I ask directly.
And to ALL my questions
Mom answers.
Tell me where from the sky
Snow is taken in winter.
Why a loaf of bread
Is it baked from flour?
Why does the dog bark?
What will you dream about?
Why does the icicle melt
And the eyelashes tremble?
Why is there a cloud in the sky
Is there a lawn in the forest?
I am a stick-slip,
AND SHE IS A KNOWLEDGE!

Our mothers are the most beautiful

The song flies into the blue sky
From the big school window.
Our mothers are the most beautiful
Spring gave them the song.

Winter no longer smokes with powder,
The sun looks into our classroom.
Our mothers are the most, the nicest -
Who knows about this better than us!

White as swan feathers
Fluffs of clouds float in the distance.
Our mothers are the most beloved
In a world full of stars and cornflowers!

Rainbows play with tints
They shine over the vastness of the earth ...
Our mothers are the happiest,
We read it in their eyes!

M. Plyatskovsky

Talking about mom

From the heart,
In simple words
Come on friends
Let's talk about mom.
We love her
Like a good friend
For the fact that we have
Everything is together with her,
For what, when
We have a hard time
We can cry
At the native shoulder.

We love her and for the fact
What sometimes
Are getting stricter
In the wrinkles of the eyes.
But it is worth it
Come with your head -
Wrinkles will disappear
Thunderstorm will rush away.

For always
Without concealment and straight
We can trust
She has her heart.
And just for the fact
That she is our mother
We are strong and tender
We love her.

N. Sakonskaya

If mom is near

If mom is near, the world of wonders is full,
You don't need anything if mom is here
I'll take her hand tightly,
I will not give my mother in the world to anyone.

If mom is near, the world is flooded with the sun,
She will help me in everything, she will forgive everything,
He will tell me a fairy tale, he will sing a song,
If mom is around, she will understand everything.

I won't cry if I fall
Mom will be there, ward off trouble,
Kisses tightly and presses to my chest
If mom is near, the pain will go away immediately.

If mom is at home, I'll play with her
Everything, of course, is more fun to do with mom,
I won't hide anything from my mother,
I never get tired of playing with her.

If my mother is not afraid of the rain next to me,
Even if it rains with hail, so what
I will never cry again
If mom is around, it doesn't matter.

If mom is near, then I can do everything
I keep my mother from all sorrows,
I fall asleep to her tunes.
Let my mommy dream in a dream.

T. Frolova

Without mom

In our house there is a carousel:
Kissel flows like a brook
Plates on the table
They jump like squirrels.

Masha is looking for a cat
The cat is looking for a bowl
Misha is looking for dad,
Dad is looking for a hat.

And nobody finds anything!
Misha whimpers
Masha is crying
The cat is sick of the white light! ..
What do you guys mean?

This means that mom is not at home!

Here is my mother. At last!
Everything falls into place.

E. Serova

You are the best in the world, mom

I love your ringing laugh
Mama,
You are the best in the world
Mama!
Open the doors to the fairy tale
Mama,
Give me a smile
Mama!

If you sing a song
Mama,
Then the rain will be heard
Mama,
"Good morning" tell me
Mama,
The sun will flash in the window
Mama!

The stars are watching from above
Mama,
It's good that you are near
Mama.
Smile, sing songs
Mama,
I will always be with you
Mama!

M. Plyatskovsky

Who loves you, children ...

Who loves you, children,
Who is so affectionate for you?
Without closing my eyes at night,
Does everyone care about you?
Mom dear!

The cradle who rocks you,
Who amuses you with a song
Or says a fairy tale
Who gives you toys?
Mom is golden!

If you kids are lazy
Naughty, naughty
As it happens sometimes
Who sheds tears then?
She is all dear!

A. Maikov

Good Mom's Option

There must be a mother's character
Necessarily humane
Very human!
If I don't pass the exam -
Don't sigh all evening
And say: - Go to the cinema,
Take a walk at the same time -
Ventilate your head
From your geometries!

There must be a mother's character
Necessarily humane:
If on holidays
I'll go to the park somewhere
Let him ask - don't call
Me from the machine
Have fun late
I'll be alone!

There must be a mother's character
Necessarily humane
Should not be gloomy! ..
I will forget the promise
Take a wallet of vegetables
On the summer cottage plot -
Mom must take it,
Can push up
Let her not groan:
"It's terribly hard!" -
Let him show courage! ..

This is my mother's character,
No doubt humane!
He is quite human
And quite comfortable for me.

What mom

When mom puts on an outfit
In the closet under the hanging cover,
Dad is terribly happy:
- You're just a gorgeous woman!

If mom is wearing a robe
And something is stirring in the pan,
Dad comes in and is glad again:
- You are a very cozy woman!

When we are on the beach and mom is walking
Along the sea coastal pebbles,
Dad looks with open mouth:
- You're just a goddess - not a woman!

It seems to me: even put your mom in a jacket
With some kind of painting smell
Dad will watch every day
And admire again!

O. Bundur

About mom

The house is empty
Very sad,
I don't want anything -
Not sung
Doesn't fight
Doesn't even laugh ...

I sat in silence.
Someone knocked.
I opened - and straight
Before me is Mom!

And not boring
And not sad
I want to run, I want to jump
And laughs and sings
And he laughs with might and main!

E. Karganova

Mom has warm hands like the sun

Mom has warm hands like the sun,
So tenderly they know how to caress
Heal pain, relieve boredom
Ready to hug you any minute.
Playing, my hair will gently ruffle,
They bake pies on weekends in the morning
And the legs tickle cheerfully in bed,
When I don't want to wake up myself.
Iron all dresses, shirts and trousers
And then they will find another job ...
I stroke my mother's tired hands, -
Let them rest a little.

I. Morozova

Poems for mom

I'll take her by the handle
I will look into her eyes.
Laughter will chase away the cloud
A rain tear will fall.

I'll sit on my knees
And I'll hug you comfortably.
Sweeter than happiness I don't need
I'm not afraid of anything!

Mom, dear, dear!
Happy birthday, congratulations!
Always be with me!
Just don't frown!

I will now become obedient
I will stop hooliganism
I will help you
Sweep and wash dishes!

I will give you flowers
Kiss gently on the cheek.
I'll snuggle up to my dear mom
I will hug you tightly!

I'll get up before everyone else
I won't wake anyone up
I will dust on the shelves
I'll put all the toys away.

Mom is still sleeping in bed
There is a festive dress nearby.
I'll tiptoe in
I'll wait quietly next to you.

My dear mom will wake up
Mom will smile at the sun
And then he will notice me
And he will celebrate the holiday with me!

I will make it before everyone else
Hear mamulin's laughter
"Happy birthday" I will say
I'll show you my gift!

Our dear mom
These gentle lines are for you.
The sweetest and most beautiful
The kindest on this earth.
Let sorrows not enter your house
Let the disease pass.
We would place the whole world in the palm of our hand
And they gave you one.
But even that would not be enough,
To repay your kindness
All our lives, our dear mother,
I owe you an unpaid debt.
Thank you, dear, for raising,
For not asking for anything in return.
That dividing sorrow and joy in half,
In everything, you wished us the best.
Beautiful, caring, tenderly tender,
We need you every day and forever!

All she

Who loves you children more,
Who loves you so dearly
And takes care of you,
Without closing your eyes at night?
- "Mom dear".
The cradle who rocks you,
Who sings songs to you,
Who tells you fairy tales
And give you some toys?
- "Mama is golden."
If, children, you are lazy
Disobedient, mischievous,
What happens sometimes -
Who sheds tears then?
- "All of her, dear."

Agniya Barto

Riddle

I'll ask you a riddle
And you guess it.
Who puts a patch on the heel
Who iron and mends the laundry?
Who cleans the house in the morning
Who puts the big samovar on?
Who plays with the little sister
And takes her to the boulevard?
Who is the fringed rug embroidered
(Sister - to see everything)?
Who writes detailed letters
Soldier, my father?
Whose hair is whiter than snow
Are your hands yellow and dry?
Whom I love and regret
Who did you write poetry about?

E. Blaginina

Parting

Everything I do for my mom:
I play scales for her
I go to the doctor for her,
I teach math.
All the boys climbed into the river,
I sat alone on the beach
For her after an illness
Didn't even swim in the river.
I wash my hands for her
I eat some carrots ...
Only we are now apart
Mom in the city of Priluki
The fifth day on a business trip.
And tonight is the whole evening
I have nothing to do!
And probably out of habit
Or maybe out of boredom
I put matches in place
And for some reason I wash my hands.
And the scales sound sad
In our room. Without mom.

Agniya Barto

Poems about mom

Who opened this world to me
Sparing no effort?
And always protected?
The best MOM in the world.

Who is the sweetest in the world
And it will warm you with its warmth
Loves more than himself?
This is my MOMMY.

Reads books in the evening
And he always understands everything
Even if I'm stubborn
I know MOMA loves me.

Never gets discouraged
He knows exactly what I need.
If, suddenly, there is a drama,
Who will support? My mother.

I walk the path
But my legs are tired.
Jump over the pit
Who will help? I know - MOM

About mommy

Who cherished my dolls
Sewing funny clothes
Helped me to lull them,
And played toys with me?
- My mommy!

Who helped me with advice,
When you fall and it hurts
And wiped away my tears
Said: “Don't cry, that's enough ...”?
- My mommy!

Who read me bedtime stories
Bending over me a little,
(And I closed my eyes
And I felt so calm)?
- My mommy!

Who carried me to the crib
Wished good night
Whispered to me softly, sweetly:
“Sleep soon, daughter!”?
- My mommy!

Who is the most sensitive in the world
No better glory for her
The kindest, the wisest?
- Well, of course, my mom!

Mom's holiday

I am proud - a holiday date,
A dream come true!
Dad took me with him
Mom to buy flowers!

Them, descended from a children's book,
I carry, and follow me
Boys look with envy:
A wonderful bouquet!

Get out of bed early in the morning
I was not lazy at all
After all today really
Mother's Day is Women's Day!

I'll knock. The door will open
I'm on the porch with flowers!
And a smile will light up
Sweet mommy face!
There is such a day in March
With a number like a pretzel.
How many of you guys know
What does the number mean?
Children in unison will tell us -
This is our mothers' holiday!

Mom is loved by everything in the world
Mom's first friend.
Not only children love mothers,
They love everyone around.
If anything happens
If suddenly trouble,
Mommy will come to the rescue
Will always help out.
Mom is a lot of strength, health
Gives it to all of us.
So, the truth is not in the world
Better than our mothers.

The house is empty without mom

The house is empty without mom ...
And they won't call my daughter ...
They won't ask: "What's so long?"
With anxiety in my eyes ...
And to the silence of the saint
The spirit with the brain will not get used to ...
And it seems - so many
Lost in a hurry ...

And the smell of pies
Mom had a special one ...
And mom's pancakes
I won't see again ...
And quiet soft words
That heals wounds in the heart
I will not hear again ...
And it's scary to realize ...

Her portrait stands
Where is she slightly over forty ...
In the hands of a bouquet of flowers
What I collected in the field ...
And my mother's light warms up
That is infinitely dear ...
And holiness and love,
What my mother took care of.

My mum

Go around the whole world
Just know in advance:
You will not find warmer hands
And more tender than mom's.

You will not find eyes in the world
Affectionate and stricter.
Mom to each of us
All people are dearer.

Hundred ways, roads around
Walk around the light:
Mom is the best friend
Better than mom - no!

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This blog contains for you the most beautiful and touching poems about mom, which can move the hardest heart to tears and make it beat faster

As my mother sang, can birds do this?
And who can hug like she? ...
And forgive as much as forgive mom
No one can do more than she ...

Sergey Silvestrovich

There will come a day when mom is gone

And the sky swaying will fall
And I, barefoot, will stand in front of the temple,
To which God will lead a little later.

And there will be pain that words
Do not express, do not write out with a pen,
And I am below, and there, behind the clouds ...
But this is not all soon, then ...

All for later, thanks to each other,
Words of love, tolerance - wait
After all, youth is always not believing in old age,
As straight ahead, careless, she goes.

In the meantime, we can fight
Up to hate in smoke, to hoarseness,
We hasten to inflame in our pride
Of love burning fragile bridges.

There is no need to stage dramas from little things,
And remember, melting ice in your palms -
There will come a day when mom is gone
And the sky, swaying, will fall ...

Elena Ustimenko ©

God is our life, and Mom is the best thing in this life ... God is the Holiness that we feel ... Mom is the Holiness that we see ...
© Aladdin

Floorboards creak from childhood
mom makes jam

Floorboards creak from childhood
mom makes jam.
And there's nowhere to go
from a joyful obsession. -
Apples knocking on wet roofs
the neighboring cherry is nicer.
... Jam hisses barely audible
and the smell is so fragrant.

As if all this is near.
It's like the years have returned.
Jam flavor
i drink the elixir of nature.
Calling through the years stubbornly
to where the neighbor Lenka ...

- What are you doing, dear mother?
- I'm removing the foam from the jam ...

Evgeny Shvachkin

Your eternal secret, mom!
Spring is not in a hurry to us, not in a hurry ...
They just fall from the sky stubbornly
The shadows of the swallows in the ringing silence.
Heart for mom

Give me your hand, mom!

In a distant, pure and sinless childhood
Step by step making the way
We whimpered, “Mommy! Give me a pen!",
To go around a puddle or a hole.

And clasping your hands with your palm,
Happily fiddling with fingers ...
We forgot about everything in the world
Relying entirely on YOU!

The years passed ... the children grew up.
The step became harder, the look became harsher ...
But no hand is safer and warmer
Than the one that took us to kindergarten.

And often walking over an abyss,
Or vegetating in a bitter impasse,
I am calm ... only because I know -
You, Mommy - will always help me!

When sometimes life gives a thrashing
And a steel hoop will squeeze my chest ...
I whisper, as in childhood: “Mommy! Give ... a pen! "
And suddenly my path becomes easier.

Give me your hand! Mommy ... dear!
After all, I am now in trouble ... alone!
And you hear everything, you know everything ... Mom!
And as salvation you reach out to me ...

Vladimir Russian

My temple - your gentle hands

My temple - your gentle hands
I seek repentance in every crack.
Like snow avalanches
After forgiveness in a nursery rhyme.

I admire you, funny eyes -
They hide the sadness of our past,
How much did the fragile, brave
Shoulders that supported everyone,

Olya Solnechnaya

Fortieth day

This sun, this melt -
Early warmth.
Forty days since we parted
Forty days have already passed.

Forty days of a blizzard
Snow was falling from a height.
All forty flew by.
Forest, grave crosses,

Sky, branches, dome of the temple,
Blue on virgin snow ...
Now you know everything, mom,
About everyone and about me.

Here is a snowdrift - your grave.
I freeze, taking off my hat.
Mom, you forgave me
Learning everything and understanding everything?

Do not reproach me, dear,
That sometimes I was hidden
And, protecting you,
I didn't tell you everything.

Mom, my life is a battle.
And he was silent ... Silent, loving, -
Defeats and falls
Hiding from you.

And the falls cannot be counted
And no longer hide
And you even know the thoughts
My sinful thoughts.

I believe, before you now
Light and heavenly lands.
And you are the Lord about your son
Please, my dear.

Alexander Kuvanov

Poems for mom

I don't understand why, what happened to me
I woke up so early today.
Outside the window, only the icy wind whistles.
My soul is like a lacerated wound!

This Mom is gone - my Mom is gone,
Quietly, as if afraid to disturb.
Without saying goodbye simple words
Leaving me with my pain.

March rain was falling, there were many people
Only everything was floating as if in a fog.
And I did not understand then that I never,
I will not see your sad look.

Here the earth closed over your head,
And a tear fell on the muddy clay.
And they laid flowers on a small hill,
Quietly, quietly we said goodbye to you.

Well, the rain kept gushing like it was crying for her,
And I didn’t believe what had happened.
Only at home, only in the Room of your former,
Only there the thought came to me.

The thought that now I'm alone
There is no one else for me to support
There is no one else for me to say the word Son!
Sometimes called a gentle word.

This Mom is gone - my Mom is gone!
Quietly, as if afraid to disturb.
Without saying goodbye simple words!
Leaving me with my pain.

Dmitry Ivanovich Gavrilenko

Live again, mom, live, live!

Mom, dear mom,
Now ... the time has come ...
I tell you straight:
You are right in many ways.

You are right because
We are much wiser
And we remember the minutes
The kindness of mothers.

She raised her sons, -
I gave my life
At the native pier
Waiting for us, worried.

Having lived a difficult life -
How many losses were there ...
Turned into a saint
For your children.

Forgive the unfortunate
Unlucky men:
Didn't make any difference
Have not reached the peaks.

Kindly avaricious
Our answer was for you.
That, - "male" trait
We have closed the circle of years.

And now, realizing
How much I didn’t give
I beg fate
No matter how late ...

And I whisper stubbornly:
For our love
Live more - mom,
Live, live ...

Alexander Kolokolov

Sorry mom

You are gone for a long time,
And I've grown older over the years
But don't forget I don't care
How you suffered and turned gray

But don't forget me, don't forget
Your eyes, your tiredness
Your ability to love
Your patience and pity

I'm on my knees before you
I beg you to forgive me for everything
Yes, what's the point now in prayers,
I have to somehow live with this ...

I remember my negligence
It hurts and it's unbearable
As your affection, your tenderness
She did not take care and did not keep,

And I didn't call again ...
And I didn't hug it once again ...
How painful that I did not like
But I realized too late ...

Olga Martin

I, you, mom, miss you so much

You were always at the window
Lines-thoughts composing into a poem.
And with you there was only the moon
Yes, a withered chrysanthemum flower.

And every line shrinks
It flies to the sky and melts:
"Tell me, moon, where is my son?
Tell him: Mom misses "

But in response to indifference, silence,
Not finished thought ... ellipsis.
And the moon is leaving, goodbye
He won't want to give her warmth ...

Everything is erased to holes by my grief
Winter sweeps over all the words.
Tell her, moon:
I'm with you...
Mom, I miss you so much ...

Catching up with the sun

Don't hurt mothers

Do not offend mothers
God will not forgive such an offense
On the way of a lifetime planning
Correct errors soon.

Mother will cry furtively
Swallowing tears on the sly
Pull a needle out of your heart
Help me. Hug her

You just have to be careful
Press the gray head
Whispering in your ear: Impossible
So to offend mom in life,

My precious man
You are the closest in this world!
In any house, in any apartment,
Mother and child from century to century!

Do not offend mothers!
Their age is no longer so long,
As long as you hear your mother's voice -
Keep the children of mothers!

Valentina Nechaeva-Lebedeva

Mother

The old mother lives with her daughter,
she has enough worries for the whole day,
joints ache and cannot sleep at night,
and in the morning the grandson brings him laziness to school.

Years fly by, and autumn knocks on her,
waving a leafless branch to the days gone by,
and the woman is in no hurry in impulses,
only sits down to rest more often.

Memories by a bright crowd
around her, like reflections of separation,
eyes are covered with involuntary tears,
and weak hands are full of shivers.

AND? What? Already going, going ...
And again goes to the call tiredly.
-Now, now, I will quietly kindly ...
And there are few, few days ahead.

And then she left - just a photo on the wall,
where she shone with a white-toothed smile,
and really want to return back "Do not ...",
When the family's attention was not enough for her.

Everyone was busy: work and business,
on weekends with friends left,
and in the evening; You would give tea-
and found reasons to disperse.

She felt sorry for everyone, did not sleep until morning,
prayed to God for the health of children.
I spent the rest of my life quietly
shining with all pure and loving light.

And here is the family around the long table,
suddenly got ready. And the silence has come
as if mother came here to the call,
and stood at the door with pies ...

Valentina Nechaeva-Lebedeva

Talking to mom

I talked to mommy today,
Just like that, I saw ... and that's it ...
Even twenty years ago I broke up with her,
I looked again at my beloved face ...

My dear told me ... calm down ...
And do not worry, I am always with you ...
Live in peace, fear nothing ...
I am nearby, behind the Sunny Mountain ...

What a mountain, where are you mom ?!
Where did she hide from me again? ...
For me in life you are like a banner
I call you, not fading hope ...

Although you are not with me for many years,
And the voice is almost forgotten ...
But forever we are bound by fate
And until the end with you I go into the distance ...

You will regret and sit next to me
Touch your heart with a tremulous hand
Comfort with a mother's warm look
And again you will return the lost peace ...

Oh, how hard it is sometimes, dear,
And lumpy tears in my throat at night ...
You whisper - I know, everything I, daughter, I know ...
And stroking your lowered shoulders ...

Take me with you, I'm so tired ...
And the heart breaks, breaks into pieces ...
No, no, it's not time yet, - she stood up abruptly ...
Nobody leaves us from longing ...

Your days haven't been counted yet
And the flow of life did not stop ...
You remained my continuation ...
And great-grandchildren ... another round ...

Well, that's it, don't cry - it's time, it's time for me
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