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Baba
By Danil Mariovich Flores
In loving memory of Lidya Selezneva,
R.I.P April 8, 2005.
Oh ye whose mind is pure and good;
Eternal in her kindness.
Oh ye whose life was hard and crude;
Despite that she reminds us
Of times so great and family feasts;
Of apple pies and soft dough yeasts.
Her company would bring us close
And inspire us to lovely prose.
Through good and bad, she’s always there
To cheer us up and guide us.
Her smile’d face and pale white hair;
When we are wrong, they chide us.
Devout in her great will to serve;
Our family’s health did she preserve.
In sickness she would heal us up.
She’d cook and clean till we wake up.
A loving face.
A kind expression.
A tidy space,
A cleaning session.
That frail body, plumb and round;
Her sleeping figure, not a sound.
A void that shall never be filled,
To see that face, we’d all be thrilled.
Yet life is but a second’s time,
To this there cannot be a rhyme.
No matter how much rain we make
She will not ever come awake.
A lovely mother, stout and proud
Now lies making that empty sound
And daughters weep the weeks away
Too sad to know that she won’t stay.
Last thoughts:
As humans we always remember the worst in people.
Our memories recall only the bad times.
This is a sad, but true condition of the human mind.
I can not recall a single bad moment with my babutchka.
Note: Baba is the phoenetic translation of the russian word for grandmother.