Разговор с бабушкой (стихи)

У моей бабушки было непростое детство, непростая молодость, непростая жизнь. Поэтому я решила немного рассказать о ней в стихотворении, чтобы история об этом осталась где-то.
Иногда по улице проходят старые люди, мы смотрим на них и даже не задумываемся как им, наверное, приходится тяжело. У кого-то не осталось детей, кто-то брошен, кто-то очень одинок, кто-то беден и еле-еле сводит концы с концами. А как старикам приятно внимание и помощь. Как любому человеку на земле, им нужно, чтобы о них помнили, их любили. Они тоже хотят чувствовать, что кому-то нужны, кем-то любимы. У них много опыта, которым они могут поделиться. К ним нужно прислушиваться, с ними нужно быть терпимее, о них нужно заботиться, им нужно уделять внимание. Все мы когда-то будем стариками. И любые наши поступки вернутся к нам рано или поздно...

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[jeniakaru]

There won't be a soul around to give her a glass of water.

This is the way we're trapped by the loneliness.

We build our destiny ourselves.

I won't get tired repeating over and over again,

that the way you treat old people,

the same way you're going to be treated, when you're old.

[jeniakaru]

There's no better reward in the world, then watching your grandchildren grow...and even call you sometimes.

There are so many lonely people in the world.

Please, don't you forget,

that one day your children will grow up.

Their father will become an old man.

Their mother will become and old woman.

[jeniakaru]

At these moments,

I take out your letters and read them all over.

They distract me from thoughts about death.

I love to read them.

I don't want to make God angry with me for complaining.

I won't be younger, so it's useless to talk about these things.

I just wish you would call me for a couple of minutes sometimes.

When you call, all my loneliness and sorrow leaves me right away.

[jeniakaru]

You know, lately I've been coming back home

and it was really hard to walk with those heavy bags.

One young man helped me to carry them. I was so pleased and flattered, I almost cried.

Sometimes I wake up, and can't help the tears run down my cheeks.

It feels like I'm all alone in this world.

As if there isn't anybody, who needs me.

[jeniakaru]

It just gets very lonely sometimes.

I can't even lift a box or open a can by myself.

Don't usually ask for help,

my neighbors are busy or as old as I am.

I never even thought about loneliness.

When I was young,

it felt like I was going to be young forever.

Back then, I'd come out of the house and talk to people for hours.

And now I only wish somebody would notice me sometimes.

[jeniakaru]

This is the way I live. Sometimes I cook myself some soup, clean my apartment, look through the old pictures in an album.

The pension has raised this year,

so I have enough money for water and electricity.

I don't spend much, you know that.

My house is cozy, but there's no luxury in it.

[PavloLashkevych2009]

Вас понимаю - благодарю за слова и за чувства.

Канал Ютьюб: "jeniakaru"

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Загружено пользователем jeniakaru, дата: 29.10.2011

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Приглашаю Вас ко мне в гости на мой канал Ютьюб. Надеюсь, Вам у меня что - нибудь будет близко: моя поэзия - преимущественно в звуках колоколов и в звуках Колокола Всех Святых в Киевопечерской Успенской Лавре, - он посвящён всем людям.

Павел В. Лашкевич

Киев.

[LearnRussianLanguage]

Женечка, спасибо! У Вас талант! Очень хороший стих!

[jeniakaru]

I visit my husband and my daughter at the cemetery sometimes.

Not to many people visit them there. I usually talk to them, and cry.

You grandfather planted a cherry tree near the water. He's been gone for 10 years, but his tree is still giving us cherries.

[jeniakaru]

Sometimes I even feel like it, when I come out of the house.

As if I'm young and beautiful again...but then, somebody reminds me who I am, by offering me a seat in a bus.

I'll get a chest pain from time to time.

I lie on a couch then and wait till it goes away.

And when it does I'll think to myself, that I'll probably live another day or two.