Mother's song

Sing me a song, dear mother.
I will listen to your gentle voice.
I remember my childhood and my relatives
And the roots from the soul will grow into a ripe ear.

I am gathering seeds that are golden
And sow in rows around the world.
Maybe our grandchildren and children someday
They will remember that great song.

We will gather at the round table more than once,
We sing cheerfully and sincerely.
Love unites human souls forever.
Sing! Sing, my dear!

(V. Davydova 01/23/2021)