Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

To My Great-Grandfather Jacob - Poem by Slava Olchevski

On faded picture - you alone
Just sitting by the gramophone
A smile is on your tired face
Your eyes still look at me with grace

Despite the war that killed your brother
You have survived, my great-grand father
Got wounded, interned, tortured, ill’d
Yet, had my destiny fulfilled

A string that's weaved by magic loom
Without you, I would be doomed
A branch of that immortal tree
That links forever you and me

I know, in the timeless past
You still exists, you not at rest
Still meshed into the web of life
Is you and your beloved wife

Provide us from behind the grave
Like ocean would sustain a wave
Or wind that born as hurricane
Provides the Earth with needed rain

I know you not, my dear friend
I never shook your either hand
I never looked you in the eye
I never heard you laugh or cry

And yet, from bottom of my heart
I know time corrects that part
Your hand - my hand, your eyes are mine
When I am laughing, you feel fine

The gods are playing jolly game
I don't remember what it's name...
I give you just a little tip
We are all poppers of a whip!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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