Memories

Memories
Two years ago my granddad passed away
After that I couldn’t find my way.
I could hardly eat and barely sleep
I felt that tragedy very deep.
It was in my heart, in my soul, on my mind
Because my granddad was very kind.
And he was amazing, and funny and brave
And he was my hero, he worked like a slave.
He was a great teacher, he taught maths.
He always helped me to solve my mess.
He is an angel, I think, right now
He protects me and I feel it somehow.
I didn’t think he could leave me alone
Leave my life, let me be on my own.
Now I value all the time we had
I think, everyone should do that.
When I was broken and felt blue
He always could find the right clue.
He made me laugh and it helped me
He was my cure, the cure for free.
I’m trying not to lose my heart
Or it will tear me just apart
If I saw him in two long years
It would be music to my ears.
You know, I realised one thing
Youth doesn’t value anything.
For granted children take all things
As they deserve that. But it seems
Like they don’t know that parents work
And children rapidly do irk.
We don’t appreciate the times
When granny cooked for us some pies.
When we were playing with some toys
And didn’t make just so much noise.
Grandparents do need to be noticed
But we behave like we’re the coldest.
But they will go, and we will stay
And we’ll remember that one day
When didn’t listen or didn’t say:
“I love you granny, and by the way
Can I help you, maybe, today?”
And she would tell you “Yes!” someday.
So don’t forget your valuable part
And give your relatives all your heart.


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