Every year, May 9, was special.
Only one day my great grand mother used to dress up
In her best clothes.
Big dinner, food, old ladies dressed up.
Fifteen glasses with bread on top,
For people who didn't come back.
After quiet minute I hear same story:
Do you know how many times we thought of giving up, but we didn't.
I was a nurse, great aunt wiping her eyes:
Boys, boys, eighteen years old felt sorry for us,
Frozen, gave us last pieces of bread.
Enough, enough, no tears,
Another lady.
My great grand mother smiles,
I see her bright like water blue eyes
With love looking at me:
My first great grand daughter!
Every one is looking at me,
Hugging starting, calm voices:
Bless you baby, bless you baby.
I stop near every one for a hug...
