Касаткина Маргарита Геодаровна
учитель английского языка
МБОУ "Школа № 62"
гор.Прокопьевск Кемеровской области
GODSEND
(The told story)
Like many children of the War
I never saw the face of Mum,
I dreamt of touching Mother’s hands,
And waited…but she hadn’t come.
God guides the steps of all deprived,
He gives desired from above,
Once in my life I gifted was
To overtake maternal love.
When all is chill within my heart
I take old album from the shelf
I know, may its’ warmth impart
The childish photo of myself…
I watch some pupils poorly dressed
On threshold of the orphan school
Among them - me, a frightened boy,
Whose eyes were tears bitter full.
My teacher’s hand upon my head,
Her gently eyes, though photo fade,
First time at school I was upset,
She tried then to give me shade.
And how often from that day
I’d been encouraged, as was shy,
By teacher’s words and teacher’s help,
She never , never let me cry.
Thanks to this woman, deeply kind,
Not very pretty, not so young,
My strong conviction underlined
That there is goodness in mankind.
She was the first to give me start
To feeling others’ lonely souls,
To love for people, love for life,
To be completed in my heart.
Become much older than she was,
My years passed like moving sand,
Forgotten for today her name,
But feeling touch of Teacher’s hand.
