Бычкова София
МБОУ "Гимназия №8"
г.Рубцовск Алтайского края
учитель Чеснокова Александра Викторовна
To my dearest mother!
I don’t know other words.
They touch a little bit my ear.
I will repeat it more and more,
To make the happiest my mother, dear!
And this word we’ll repeat from the birth.
We will live with this word up to death.
If we’ll get into difficult case,
We will call and we need dear mother’s face.
She is the tenderest and loving friend;
We feel her by the whole heart and give to her the biggest bend!
When we are in the greatest trouble,
The mother’s warmth takes care with the gentle hand.
From my childhood, I remember those closest hands that I drove,
Since my children's years up to manure’s,
To the kindergarten and to the school
She defended me during seasons, with her caring softest hands.
And she’s always been as defender,
Taking care from all the diseases.
