My grandmother

She is afraid of scandals like fire,
Tired. aging mother ...
Slouching, always rushing to help,
Ready to meet and see off.
Her custody is just annoying
Her inquiries are superfluous sometimes ...
Her grandchildren unwittingly offend
And the children repeat: close the door! ...
And she interferes with everyone,
Goes to bed late and gets up a little light.
He bothers, fusses, decides everything,
Tries to give advice all the time.
He imposes his recipes on the post,
Then suddenly the "machine" erases not so!
It will shift books and notes,
That inserts replicas inappropriately ...
Anxious when they come late
He starts a conversation about God!
And leafs through the Bible so seriously
And he has been going to church for some time now ...
But the day came ... and the house was empty.
She was then taken to the hospital ...
Everyone looked sadly into each other's eyes,
When they threw a handful of earth into the hole ...
And every time we didn't have time
Warm up your tea before work ...
Involuntarily they remembered the old woman,
That death stole from them.
Everyone lacked her inquiries!
And the phone was treacherously silent ...
And so her guardianship was not enough ...
And nobody else was waiting for anyone.
Everyone remembers how she baptized at the threshold,
I went to bless the water in the temple ...
And happiness for your children is with God
So only she knew how to ask!
And it seems. if she were alive
Both words and feelings would be enough for her ...
What a pity that we understand only by losing
That the world without moms is COLD and EMPTY ..