Мирная Галина Александровна
учитель иностранных языков
МАОУ СОШ №17
г.Славянск-на-Кубани, Краснодарский край


Mum, it’s me

Sometimes you hurt and do not understand
That it will be soon too late to repent,
You do not notice even that you phone
Just to complain and not to say: “Hello”.
When you feel pain you want to see her near –
She’s only one to drive away your fear
And all your problems can be solved so easy –
She’s always free for you, for you – she’s never busy.
But you have no time just to write a letter
And tell about the kids and dog – it doesn’t matter.
You even don’t congratulate her with the birth –
Have you forgotten who helped you to come to earth?
She’s praying tirelessly day and night,
She’s begging – and you really feel all right,
But you have no wish just to ask and care –
What are the things and thoughts she wants to share.
She’s crying desperately being so alone
These bitter tears can break (the) heart of stone,
Your words can hurt like pointed knife –
“Leave me alone! It’s not your business, not your life!”
Look at yourself – your face is her reflection,
Do you forget her hands and her affection?
She’s dreaming that one day you’ll really come
And tell her: “I have missed you so much, mum!”
I truly wish you now to think a bit,
To learn these frank words or may be to read,
To take your phone, push the buttons – let it be –
Don’t be afraid and whisper softly: “Mum, it’s me!”


Мама, это я

Быть может, слишком поздно понимаем,
Кого так часто, не заметив, обижаем,
Кто нам ни разу не был нужен в счастье,
Но вновь и вновь, когда грядет ненастье.
Кого зовем, когда нам очень больно –
Лишь это слово вырвется невольно.
Кому звоним, когда у нас проблемы,
Чтоб помогла скорей решить дилеммы?
Кому письмо не можем написать,
О внуках, жизни, об успехах рассказать,
О ком порой забудем в день рожденья,
Под музыку мечтая на сиденье?
Кто ночью темной и при свете дня
Все молит Бога защитить тебя?
Про чье здоровье некогда спросить,
Кому так хочется с тобою рядом быть?
Кто плачет в одиночестве, тоскуя,
Три слова в сообщении смакуя?
Кто обнимает и целует как никто,
Кого отвергла, крикнув: «А ты кто?»
Кто все простит, любить будет всегда,
И ожидать, грустя о дне, когда
Откроешь дверь и закричишь ты: «Мама!»
Такая вот ей снится мелодрама.
Быть может, прочитав отрывки фраз,
Задумаешься ты о ней, хоть раз,
Взяв трубку и дыханье затая,
Ты тихо скажешь: «Мама, это я…»

Dear colleague!
One must admit that your poem is full of sad truth!
But it's never too late to repent sincerely...
You've done it honestly, deeply and talented!
Please accept my sincere congratulations!

Dear Galina Alexandrovna, reading your poem, I could not restrain my tears! Thanks for emotions! Good luck in the contest!

Thank you so much for your words! I really appreciate your support.

Thank you! I'm proud to hear such words from you!

While reading your poem I was having great sorry for the Mothers who are in such situation.
It's a pity that some children can be so rude, non-attentive towards their mothers. But it's is the reality of nowadays. May be some mothers treat their children in such way. They let them everything when they are too young and when their children become older the ones think that they are allowed to have, to get, to do whatever they want.
The end of the poem is brilliant! The child has understood who is the dearest person in the world, may be the price of it is too expensive - Mother's health and may be some year's of her life!

You've understood everything, dear Tatiyana Ivanovna! Let's hope that our children will be always attentive, loving and respectful.

Great poem, you've done an exellent work. Wish you success in the contest!

Thank you, Elena Nikolaevna! It's my life.

Sincere words come from your heart.Your lines are touching and emotional. All this make us appreciate the dearest people in our life. Good luck to you!