In honour of my gone mother

Do come and sit, stay for an hour,
I beg your words for any tone…
I see the lonesome way to cover,
And I’m the only walker on.

 Just look unblaming, like you used to,
And touch my hand, without a gloom
I’ll tell you that in any instant
I will be covered with the blue.

And then I’ll mix among the colors
With grey-haired roofs of cloudy frames
We’ll roam together till the sunrise
Across the sky, without the chains.

And when the heavy morning showers
Start pressing down with sea of tears,
I’ll soon return to my sad hours
To look for you among the trees.

(с) perepelkina