Mammy
It shone like
the morning sun,
You looked like
May.
She fed me,
rejoiced,
She sang bye-bye
songs.
I will not
forget your image,
He is everywhere
in my heart.
Raised and
educated,
So that a man
could live on earth.
You wished for
happiness and health,
Our house was
protected from the storms of all the ark.
A child, he is
carefree,
And Mom is a
guiding ray.
When was Mommy
in the house,
Then there is
comfort and beauty everywhere.
The character is
calm and kind,
And the
freshness around, the cleanliness.
We could only
make noise in our arguments,
Who's going to
look after Mom.
The universe,
spin around, dear,
We were raised
by Mother Earth.
Mother is the
happiness of family and home,
No one can
compare with her.
They are like
rays, gems,
Long live
mothers in the world!
I Had A Dream About My Mother At Night
(Dedicated To The
Blessing Of Mother Ykwal)
My mother came
to me at night, in a dream,
I was bored or
for a conversation,
I was rosy, I
was quite satisfied,
She blessed that
the troubles would pass.
And I recognized
the sound of her footsteps,
Sometimes I
imagined her walking,
I missed the
smell of handkerchiefs,
I tried to
inhale the fragrance of my native and best.
I saw my mother
a little bit away from me –
She has been
granted paradise in the afterlife,
There was a
coral on her neck… Quietly
She shone with
happiness given unselfishly.
And she came up
and said: - I'm going to heaven,
Bless you,
daughter, comb your hair
You have your
curls, - leaving me a comb.
And hugged, then
left... Is gone…
Perhaps this is
the parting words of the "pen",
So that I can
enter the mighty Pirin with songs?
She told me
otherwise that it was time,
Enter the world
of inviting words, but on the singing path…
I Choose Poetry
Poetry, be the
beginning of earthly beauty,
Let the rivers
flow from the mountain peaks,
It has to sing
in flowerbeds, as birds or like a cutie
It has to sing a
sensual song or only speak.
Poetry, I always
enjoy your sounds,
Poetry, from all
professions, I chose your way.
When I hear
songs or poems, I burn with fire,
From all things,
the sublime Lyre takes away.
If the people
remember not a book but a line of verse,
It will be
enough for me, for my universe!
ERALIEVA UMUTKAN POLOTOVNA
ERALIEVA UMUTKAN POLOTOVNA was born on July
12, 1968 in the village of Kok-Zhar in the Nookat district of the Osh region of
Kyrgyzstan. Eralieva Umutkan is a poet, writer, publicist. Member
of the National Union of Writers of Kyrgyzstan (2011), the Union of Journalists
of Kyrgyzstan (2014). Member of the Writers' Union of North America (2021),
member of the Eurasian Creative Guild (London) (2021), member of the Singapore
Federation of World Culture and Art. Author of ten
books. Awarded the medal "Icon of Peace" of the Institute of
Peace in Nigeria (Africa) (2022). Member of the Board of Directors of the
Institute for World Peace in Nigeria. Ambassador of the
Institute for World Peace in Nigeria.
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