Portrait. Dedicated to my mom

Bow low in the waist native,
The closest, most beautiful in the world
His mother-the beloved,the Holy,
Painted by me in a portrait.

I'll talk to her in silence
And words will flow a string.
And in the end don't forget to ask-
How are you living abroad?

I would be a bird you flew,
But this looks like our share:
I never appreciated what I had.
Well, everything, mother, is God's will.

Smile at me from the portrait-I'm waiting,
My heart will be filled with blood,
As always ,until morning,not fall asleep,
Clothed in your love...

Night will pass and dawn will knock
In the open door, one-sided
And suddenly everything in the room shut up,
And again, mom, I'm lonely.

Only portrait your,as above, with me.
Wipe the dust, kiss and again
I'll meet you smile native,
Mother's warm word.

      Two thousand eleven

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.