Spring mood, suitcase ...

And so - a ticket in your pocket! Started
Excitingly pleasant longing.
Which is customary to call
The usual "suitcase mood".

My luggage hasn't been packed yet.
And far away until that minute
When will my summer voyage begin
Above the clouds. "Eastward" route.

Where they are waiting. Where the Father's House is.
Erasing distances and boundaries
Longing to be there again
Where the pages of my life began.

There, where everything is so sweet since childhood.
To tears. Until every floorboard squeaks.
To that Holy Place where the light is so bright
Smiles on family, beloved faces.

It doesn't matter that I'm already a grandmother
There I can be just a daughter ...
My mother will hug me
Brushing away a tear with the edge of a handkerchief.

And my dad will exclaim, as always:
- My God! You've lost weight again!
Your diets .. Lean food ..
A figure is better if it has a body!

He is a joker, a joker and a merry fellow!
Even though I had a stroke and two heart attacks ...
My sweet home! Such a native Hearth!

Where life was given - there is no sweeter gift!
A plane ticket is like an anticipation of a meeting!
See you for a month, in a "suitcase mood" ...

(Nadezhda Lada)