for my daughter Karina
The days like birds are so swiftly swishing
Without a trace, and suddenly today
You’re twelve already. Oh, how I’m wishing
To hug you, when I’ve got so much to say!
I miss you, ptenchik*,
Preciously made,
You are my treasure and my finest gift,
My love for you will never-never fade,
However deep between us is the rift
That was incised by the evil forces,
Which separate a mother and a child.
However much the wickedness endorses
Its murky deeds and hides its hatred wild,
Do not give in into the world’s allure;
With all that isn’t godly please don’t blend:
Maintain your heart untarnished, keep it pure -
The love will never fail in the end.
But when the life looks to be depressing,
Ignore the murmurs of its gloomy voice,
Yet, count every day as a blessing
And in the love of Jesus Christ rejoice.
19 December 2010
ptenchik* (Russian) - a little bird, a fledgling