Years are passing by. Birthdays are like landmarks on your life journey. For me as mother of my only daughter Larisa those landmarks are flying as birds without stopping for a single moment. To me, she is still a girl, but we are all ageing and ageing or going away into an unknown…
Here it is our photo where Larisa in the centre, she was ten.
Marina Tsvetaeva wrote once a lovely poem:
“I’m but a girl. I mind my rules
Until the day I wed:
The world out there is full of wolves,
Yet I’m a sheep instead.
I ought to dream of perfect men
And houses, so it goes;
To rock and lull a doll, and then
Not quite a doll but close.
My hand is not to hold a sword
Or get a key from play.
I’m but a girl-won’t say a word.
O how I want one day
To look up at the stars and see
My own star brightly shine,
To greet all eyes that look at me
And not to cast down mine!”
(translated by Evgeniya Sarkisyants)
Happy Birthday, Larisa, bright joyful days to you we are wishing.
Mom, Janko and Gleb
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