Наливайко Ольга Григорьевна
учитель английского языка
МБОУ гимназия №2
город Асино, Томская область
To My Mother
When I was a child, she was my best friend
And all my misfortunes could easily mend.
She kept all my secrets and shared my troubles,
And if I had luck , with her joy it was doubled.
She taught me to love, live and let others live.
I knew-come what may- she’d accept and forgive.
But time is relentless. It takes lives and souls.
One day I discovered-we changed our roles.
My mother became so small and fragile.
She was like my youngest, my dearest child….
Like a toddler about the house she walked
And without my help she could not even talk.
But in hardest of days she would never complain.
She would think of my hardships and pitied my pain.
And then she was gone…. She will never return….
Let this poem add stones to my mother’s cairn…
