Данченко Олеся
9 класс
МБОУ "Гимназия №8"
г.Рубцовск Алтайского края
учитель Чеснокова Александра Викторовна
“For the best person in my life – my Mommy”
Mom...
It is the word that seems to be as if the simple,
But how much the tenderness, the warmth and pure love,
That keeps all this within her heart so deeply,
And touches me as whitest dove!
Now and then, when I’ll go far away,
My soul will be torn into the little pieces,
Overwhelming with sadness all my way.
But when I stay at home,
Sometimes I hurt my mother not with evil,
My actions, deeds, my edgy gestures,
They seem as if the tricks of devil.
Then, in the distance I’ll think over,
That all I’ve done can add one grayish hair.
At school I’ve writing on sheets very quickly,
my every belated confession of guilt.
And when she is reading it and blushing so shyly,
In bitter her tears the wrinkles are built.
But long time ago she’d all bad forgiven,
Now, for her, it’s painfully pleasant to hear:
"Thank you, Mommy dear,
For that, despite all the troubles,
You could me bring up in this difficult life,
For that greatest love you have given me always,
Thank you, dear Mommy,
For that you are always with me in my life!”
