A Serenade To My Mother Poem by Yeghishe Charents

A Serenade To My Mother



I remember your old face
My precious mother and very sweet
With light wrinkles and lines
My precious one and very sweet.

You are sitting on the porch
Alongside the growing fig tree
Throwing a shadow on your face
My precious mother and very sweet.

You are sitting sadly and silently
Remembering those old days
That have come and also gone by
My precious mother and very sweet.

And you remember your own son
Who had left you and gone far.
'Where has he gone ?' You wonder,
My precious one and very sweet.

'Where is he now?' You wonder,
'Is he alive or is he dead?
And what doors has he been knocking?'
My precious one and very sweet.

And you wonder if he's been tired
Or if he's been cheated by love;
And in whose laps has he made love?
My precious one and very sweet.

You are thinking sadly
While the fig tree keeps rocking.
Your sorrow has no limits indeed
My precious one and very sweet.

And then sour tears
Drop down your eyes one by one
Upon your weary hands
My precious one and very sweet.

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