...Remembering…
Let me remember…
Of a story,
Of a quest,
I was thinking once,
On a tree,
Is there a person who will understand
me?
With the answer that came up,
I was sad,
Birds were singing,
Flowers were growing,
On that perfect summer day,
Everything was clear and bright,
But my heart sank,
It was sad,
It was bad!
I was sitting on a tree,
I decide to drink a cup of tea,
Everyone should have his own,
Little house,
But I had one beyond the trees,
With birds singing,
And squirrels jumping!
Thank you Maria for this thoughtful and beautiful poem. I really appreciate the way in which you have engaged with the prompt even though this act of remembrance is British and not Russian, as you are.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
Mrs T.