Old person 1.

Recollections have got coloured wings
On them I float there
Strengthened against all evil.
Dreams and the apple trees of my child time
To escorts in the garden of the past
The garden of my parents which there was really
Also a budgerigar Peter found his grave in him.
My mother is allowed somewhere else rest `n:
IN THE HEART
where would be, otherwise, her place?!
In 1994 were to an end all her activities.
Maybe from heavenly fields
If she looks to us and finds then:
“Well you make it, your loves,
also I would have still remained` much longer.”
And he? My son
already loses bit by bit recollections?
Should this be no mistake,
if I said: ”Mourn not only,
It is walked at the head in that light
At the end of our days
Waits,
There where no pain and no melancholy is.”