Mom,
It seems to me you are smiling from the icon
or from a window at night.
when I’m alone, staring,
I see only you in the entire house.
Sometimes it seems to me you climb the stairs and step towards the door,
I wait for you to enter with your big loving eyes,
I feel like a child, eager to hold me,
seeking help when fighting with my father.
You pat me on my head and tell me;
I will persuade him to forgive you,
but don’t go through his stuff anymore,
because he can’t find it when he needs it.
I stop crying immediately,
I promise, but but the game and the forgetfulness ...