Autobiographical (Grigore Vieru) Poem by Paul Abucean

All her life, my dearest mother
Without husband has remained.
We just only had each other
When it hailed and when it rained.

All her life, my dearest mother
Laid our dinner on the board,
Then she sat herself between me
And the Everlasting Lord.

And her faith in Him was such that
When her forehead she would raise
Up toward the holy icon,
Jesus sparkled in her gaze.

And I so adored my mother,
That I wouldn't even dare
Spy the blueness of her eyesight,
Knowing God's abode was there.

(Translated by Paul Abucean)