Borys Oliynyk

Song About Mother

She richly sowed cornfields of life
with the years of her living,
Bowed low to the earth,
in the steppe gathered slow swaying grasses,
Her children she taught well
to live with their conscience untroubled,
Soft she sighed to herself
and silent set out on her way.
'Mum, where are you going? '
her children cry running behind her.
'Gran, where are you going? '
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