Rise, Mother! Poem by Octavian Cocos

Rise to the sky for good, wonderful soul,
And leave behind the sadness of this dirt
Be happy and pursue your lofty goal,
Don't you observe I laugh, although I'm hurt?

Go up, like that balloon that left my hand
Back in those days when I was just a boy
And when into the cosmos you expand
Look straight ahead and never lose your joy.

And on your journey, do not fear at all,
Don't let the grief to grab you, but do pray
For Jesus Christ all happy souls will call
And He will guide them on the holy way.

Don't be depressed that you have left us here
And felt the need to travel far and wide,
Because our souls, my mother sweet and dear,
Will love each other, even if you died.

And when you reach the Heaven, bright and true,
Wait calmly, for the wheel will spin like mad
And one fine day, as we have promised you
We'll be again together: you, me, dad.