* * * Call's From The Shelf Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili

Call's from the shelf


The shelf which it is very close to ceiling
Now became their of heaven of silence..
Cherries disappeared from cheeks and
And their hair does not shine as before

They had careful mother _ - daughter my
Also there were 'all children' happy then
Now does not play with them anymore -
Became adult and they are independent too

But I do not break their rights... let continue
Independent lives of teenagers and the parent
But sometimes I hear call's from shelf, to mum,
They asked a lullaby, their a pillow, their bed.


Shelf which it is very close to a ceiling
Now became their of heaven of silence..