I buried Mom and Dad in bad times – then didn’t feel myself an orphan: the superiority of young – not to shed tears very often.
Even at death – by common losses chain I’m used to pay my charge for happiness. Why now, when I’m close to end, I all at once feel loss and pains.
I see my mommy in the dream, and dad is laughing through the lightning. And do I really feel the end of time, given out by the Almighty?
I won’t think of any bad. And in the daylight’s empty church I shall light up a yellow candle – and I’ll remember mom and dad.
My soul will soar, so light and calm, the leaves of summer rustle and stir, the stream of memory is running – and takes me right towards light and star.