My Loved Ones

           

Ilya Prints

 

Sometimes I close my eyes

    and see my father’s slight smile,

    and hear his muffled voice,

    or feel the concerned mother’s glance,

    inquiring if I’m fine.

 

 I’d like to approach them,

    to hug, to comfort, …but

    it’s impossible now, alas.

 

Two steps - it was so easy,

   so little they needed in all,

   but it meant so much for the old -

   a smile, an embrace, or a call.

   

In the swift stream of my life

   the years invisibly fly…

   I pray, grant me more time

   to tell of my love,

                         My Loved Ones…