My father's memory
Tutyika
Eye on my vague, aching grief sits
hardly see you in need of my heart,
Lord did not see me cry, ask for
Now you can see crying, tears are
Grasp of the only one my heart,
Before you went to the last,
you see ...? The memory of hug ...
Memorial Pictures ...
Hand in hand we walk by the river,
- A tiny, do not hurry, there's time, -
gently in the arms of
kiss on my forehead that jealous ...
Was worried, but my mom said:
- Come on dad, and ready for lunch, tableclothes and
hurriedly looked around the kitchen,
put down his tools ...
We were sitting on the dinner table
I once struck up because of this pain,
need to eat, I can not bear it!
Papus smiled and pushed me on a plate
- Tutyikám rágd well if there is enough ...
if you do not eat, you will be weak, and
me on the roof, can not come up ...
I remember on the Roof
Wild winds, rain warpath -
pots right one ...
- My baby, until then, be good, but hurry,
DIY I have something for you ...
Years went by years, days, days,
Papus hoary temples,
soon lost its color - I did not guess,
the twilight hour is coming ...
His arm strength was not the old,
iron teeth did not spare the time,
and fought heroically ...
With respect to the flickering fire,
preparing to die out, and the snowdrops
without it the herald of spring will open ...
I was scared ...
I knew I felt good-bye ...
Paths in the sky was, he threw rabigáját,
trembling hand embraced me last time, but
smiled and looked into the world ...
The light's poem I wrote a little later. I still hurt my soul ...
The light ...
Hot temples, I feel afraid
painfully tortured body trembles
mum of the soul in a sea of storm
Tell me ... how can I help? I suffer with you
How feeble is the reality and tiny
a ray of hope faded, colorless
keep it, keep quiet breathing,
breathe for you, fight by your side
You are like the swallows when útrakélnek,
since the end of the summer and autumn comes, and the winter
countless stars shining in the dark,
silent melody, what you wind singing in the evening ...
But cracks in the morning, angels take their arms
the weak, and just by the light ...
sírboltjából pain crying cry
Forever ... Forever ... ...
Love!
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