MOMMY

Shined like the spring sun,
You looked like May.
She fed me, rejoiced,
Sang bye-bye songs.
I will not forget your image
He is everywhere in my heart.

Raised and educated
For man to live on earth.
You wished happiness and health,
Our house was an ark from all storms.
He’s a carefree child
And mom is a guiding light.

When mommy was in the house,
There is comfort and beauty everywhere.
The character is calm and kind,
And freshness and cleanliness all around.
In disputes we could only make noise,
Who will look after mom?

Universe, spin around, dear,
Mother Earth raised us.
Mother is the happiness of family and home,
Not a single soul can compare with her.
Like rays, gems,
Long live the mothers in the world!

AT NIGHT I DREAMED ABOUT MY MOTHER
My mother came to me at night, in a dream,
Longing for a conversation,
She was rosy, completely satisfied,
Blessed so that troubles would pass.

And I recognized the sound of her steps,
Sometimes I imagined her walking
I miss the smell of scarves,
I tried to inhale the aroma that was dear and best.

I saw my mother a little away from me –
She is given heaven in the afterlife,
There was coral on the neck… Calm
She glowed with happiness given unselfishly.

And she came up and said: “I’m leaving for heaven,”
I bless you, daughter, comb it
You have your curls, leaving the comb for me.
And she hugged her, then she left… She left…

Perhaps this is the parting word of the “pen”,
So that I can enter the mighty Pirin with songs?
Otherwise she told me that it was time
Enter the world of alluring words, and take a melodious path…

FOR A MEDICAL WOMAN
You are as beautiful as the early dawn,
Attractive star-eyes,
The voice is like a babbling spring,
The spring wind is useful – words.

Your chosen path is very difficult,
You bring a lot of good.
I’m pleased to see you and look at you,
How soft your hands are, sister.

Doctor – it’s always hard
They have been healing people since ancient times.
Yes, and time was able to glorify
In the glorious field of the best doctors.

You work day and night without sleep,
You care as if you were a mother,
Dedicate yourself to your work completely,
To fulfill your oath and duty.

And let the people be proud of you,
Let it be difficult to evaluate the work,
A good deed lives long
The doctor drives away the disease.

Kyrgyzstan
International poet, writer, publicist, translator.