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In all the grief and sorrow of my days

Away from sunshine of my daughters’ smiles,

Away from breath of our everyday,

From our «Hellos», from our «Good Byes»,

From all the kisses we could have

From all the fun and joy that we could share,

There were the poems that I gave

To them, to tell that I do care,

So, they could read away from me, and know —

For them there is my love, my hope and my vow.

My daughters are made

Of sunshine kisses;

They are made of prayers and blessings;

And in all their shades,

When it seems no blissing, —

My daughters are made

Of all beautiful things!

My daughters are made

Of dances and music;

They are made

Of kinship and mercies;

And when melody fades,

When the weather is grew-sick,

My daughters are made

Of strengthening graces!

My daughters are made

Of blooming and rising;

They are made

Of lavishing showers;

And when oceans are arid

And a raindrop is amazing,

My daughters are made

Of all vigorous powers.

My daughters are made

Of blooming and rising;

They are made

Of lavishing showers;

And when oceans are arid

And a raindrop is amazing,

My daughters are made

Of all vigorous powers!

When in a popular salon

She grew her nails to half-inch long,

She smiled at her reflection

To contribute perfection,

And then went on, to conquer world

Without little doubt thought

And met a stranger at the street, —

Her clothes was all crap and freak

Her face was wrinkled from the weather

Her legs were swollen, bruised and weathered,

She fastened steps, – it could be danger!

The beggar could be a contanger!

Her car was not so far away,

She ran to benefit her way,

Unfortunately, stepped on stone

She stumbled, fell, her shoe was thrown

Off her waxed leg, she cursed, she frowned;

The stranger, all with heart and love,

«You didn’t hurt yourself, my dove?»

Held on the shoe, stretched on her hand

«Go away, it isn’t your land!

Don’t touch my shoe, you are second-hand!

Go to work, I have no money

To give you!»

«Please, don’t yell, my honey,

It makes you look as a crocodile,»

The stranger gave a sweetest smile, —

The girl remembered the line,

«You are my mother! … You are mine…

Mother!»

Tears went down her face

«Forgive me, I had no grace,

They told me you were lost and dead,

I’ll give you all – my bed and bread,

You wouldn’t be along again,

You’ll not look poor or insane,»

«I am glad I found you, sweetheart,

And my poor looks… well, it was hard

But I saved money, for your school,

I sent it to you, my little fool.

I am doing fine, you shouldn’t worry,

I am glad I found you, my glory.»

Am I who I am?

The answer to knew,

Since Hamlet,

Had never expired;

And what shall I do

To prove I am true,

And what evidence shall I find?

Blending bruises and blessings,

Breathing boredom and brightness,

Stretching months of messing,

Shortening moments of happiness,

You grew up so stunning,

So Hollywood-smiling,

Not reserved, but diminished,

Too suppressed, too restricted,

Rare bird, banned from singing,

Caged and violent-treated,

You deserved to be leading,

To teach others what is giving,

To teach others what is bringing

Real sense to the living.

Don’t sing me love songs anymore,

My loving bird, I cannot hear;

I understand, but in my ears

Your voice cries hate, and lie, and fear,

So loud, so loud, so loud!

Don’t tell me love words anymore,

My talking chatterbox, my dear,

I’d like to learn them true and real,

When in your eyes it is so clear…

Sing for the crowd, for the crowd, for the crowd,

Yeah, I will be proud!

An eve in an Evening Inn sold;

The wind screaming thin, cold;

TV streaming grim, bold;

He is heating spleen, holds

Hand on the iron thing old;

She was cheating him.

Be glad that Awesome Crocodile

Was sitting by the lake

And longing that some gals and guys

Would bring him cake and steak;

Because he knew, they’d sure come

By afternoon again,

To feed him yummiest Bunbum

And scrumptious Bumbalain!

Be glad, because if we, not them,

Then might be knees and toes

Appeared on your face instead,

Just where was your nose!