to my daughter Karina
The years eaten by the locusts
are coming back, the fields are green.
Each day for me, it is a bonus,-
the heavens’ forces intervene!
Forgotten separation pain
and moments troublesome and sour.
My little one, the Lord again
had let us meet – oh, blessed hour!
No longer I’m by you rejected,-
where are your former teenage freaks?
You’re no longer disconnected
and visit once in a few weeks.
In our uncomplicated chatting
I look at you, so grown-up
or, rather, as an adult acting
with all your manners and make-up.
With instincts and my love maternal
my eyes seek my child in you
through your behaviour external:
where is my ptenchik that I knew?
The love we had was cosy, pure,
before enduring cruel blows
of Fate, but I can assure,
God everything about us knows.
He would not let us to be beaten
and from His plans for us to sway.
He can return all that was eaten
by locusts, if we Him obey.
Our pain turns to joy and pleasure,
if we accept all from above.
One day we’ll write a song together,
united by eternal love.
12.12.2019
Стихотворение написано на основе моего стихотвореня
"Повзрослевшей дочери" http://www.stihi.ru/2017/02/19/13225