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.