And Remained In The Memory....Valentine`s Heart For The Grandmother Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

The grandmother U. every year held the plum jam
in the basement. when I visited her, she passed
to the tea and with great pride she talked, like
with the grandfather with H.they broke fruits.
Someday even the grandfather fell off the ladder.


And nothing for him happened.he has always been so.
Even when a time came, he diverged like most quickly,
without a sound in order to be not disturbing anybody.
She stayed alone, she didn't already make preserves.
The ladder is standing like at one time, talked.


Always it more lightly. when I look I can see my H.
how he is falling from above and right away
for me better.She smiled joyfully.then eyes shone
as before. Only wet cheeks they were,
because each time they have sailed on them


for H. grandfather, priceless, grandma's two tears.
There is no grandfather, but the ladder stayed.
One day he can very much be useful to a grandmother.
It will be easier to climb up, where the grandfather
for ages, is waiting around from 'Valentine`s with heart'.