At the coffin

Ekaterina Pavlovna Peshkova

Mom lightly colored the coffin.
The baby is asleep in Sunday attire.
No longer tearing at the forehead
Light brown locks;

The children's head, who saw so little,
The round is no longer pressed by the comb ...
Only about the joyful knew
The heart of a child.

Century five years so cheerfully lives:
A lot of nimble handles were shameless!
Dreams, no one is worried,
Dreams between lilies ...

Look for flowers to her nearer place,
(It seems tight to her in a new bed).
Know the flowers: the golden heart
It was in Katya!

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.