For my children James and Karina
The time, when you were my joy and pain,
sipped through the fingers like specks of sand,
but only the golden grains remain
in my - towards you stretching - mother’s hand.
My hands are open. They call for you, implore
to not depart from paths of God astray,
and to come back, to find your way ashore
by the direction of His gleaming ray.
7.01.2012