1956 - Feledni nem szabad!

1956 - Feledni nem szabad!

Father and Son wishfully talking

2016. november 06. - Tombor Mónika

"And if it's possible come, do come home

Come home. If God wishes you to make the journey

Waiting for you - mother, father, siblings and homeland

But if you don't wish to come

You still always be my little son

But if you come and I am no longer alive

You'll be told where I have taken my last ride

Come to me anyway and call me DAD

And I know even then that you are back"

Slowly, not necessary whispering

You can say it often

Father, Mother, Brother, Sister

Everyone will take notice

That you came back to be with them.

if I can stay alive, live a little longer

                  aged, waiting I'll stay.

Mother earth is calling me to rest

                  tired, I am

but if it is to be that we meet

while I'm still alive

I prostate myself in front of you

And kisses will form a wreath

                  on your forehead

That's how I lean on your shoulders

Kisses I'll give you, like an embracing wreath

But forgive me my son

That I am your father

                  forgive me

Forgive, that I'm the one

Who lived a life with you

And suffering is all we shared

 

I will go home again

To that charming little house

To my dear broken hearted father and mother

I am longing to see your smile

I am anxious to kiss you again

I'll go to you and hug both of you

If God loves us as much as you asked

I will bend down to you  my dear Mother

And kiss your dear smiling face

Caress your blond hair, kiss your hand again

If God will be as good to me as you asked

I know then, mother, I will feel

You hug me and forgive all my faults

I will stay again with you

Sounds of joys will fill your little house
My soul rushes back to you

I wish to see your dear darling face

Don't forget dear mother to ask God

To give me a chance to kiss you again

 

 

My mother, the dearest lady

Forgive me for all my wrong deeds

I know how it must hurt you

I left without saying "see you"

And this will haunt me all my life

I didn't kiss your hands

Your forehead, your rosy cheeks

I didn't say "I'm leaving now"

I didn't say "God bless"

Oh, how it must hurt you

I broke your heart then

Can you forgive, can you love

As if it never happened

I left, not wanting you to see me cry

Left without seeing you cry

So in my dreams night after night

It's your rosy cheeks, smiling face

The reflection of love and care

That comes with me as my dreams come each night

 

"God willing I will go home

Together again we will be there

Oh dear mother, my homeland

How can you think I could forget?

When I am working or relaxing

It's you who keep me going

My thoughts are always with you

My little brother, sister and friends

Ask God when you pray again

Ask him to give me a chance

So that I can go home again.

I am going home to love my homeland.

I will kiss Mom to no end.

Clouds and stars, as they travel the sky

Pause for a moment over her head

Call her name and let her know,

A message is coming, that’s good to know.

Sooner or later I will go home.

I will go home and surprise her,

Just don’t forget to tell this to her

How to find her is easy.

She is the one at the gate with the family.

They all will be there,

Mother father brother and sister.

Make her wait a bit easier.

Tell them, I definitely will be there.

I am going home to kiss my dearest.

Mother dear, cry no more tears.

Don’t worry about your son.

He is coming home, that’s all done.

He will tell you wherever he went,

You and your love was always his strength,

In happiness and sorrow,

In success or not necessarily so.

It was your love and it is now.

The strength that made me grow

Coming home finally

To show what you mean to me

Love you, my family, my home

And everything that’s dear to you and me

 

The church bell heralds the feast day today

Mother arranges dishes and utensils

Festive will be the dinner today

Together finally, we are again

The student is here, home again

He was not with us of late

But an earned vacation he now takes

Mother's special dinner is going to be great.

While she is tending to the table

Father calls and leads us in the prayer

After the prayer they all dig in

Mother's busy urging all to eat.

She hovers over the student

Eat, eat, its good and fresh she says

I cooked the best for my little guest

Your vacation was coming and I knew the rest.

She lifts her apron to wipe her brow
Pretends she dries her soaked face

True, there is a glow on her face

But it's her eyes she wipes when no one looks

There were six around the table then.

But time flies and you’re back with just memories again

All the children are gone now,

And for some the vacation is not now

In fact there's no vacation for one

His travels took him beyond' the great ocean

Two remained from the six

The two parents aged not quite fifty

No more feasts no festive dinners for them

The only spice in their meals is their tear

The table is huge the house seems empty

Like a bird's nest after the fall flight

The children are gone but there is hope

Spring will come and they'll be back home.

Packed house, full table, festive meal

Mother serves, smiles, and father kneels

There will be no more tears of fear

Tears of joy and a festive meal

 

The six is more than six now

Each former child has a few in tow

You can hear the father say

Your wishes are granted if you pray

I've said mine for many years

The payoff is great, my children are here

I cry again as my father’s poem brings back memories

 

As a little boy, sitting on mother's lap

You seemed to concentrate on your next step

I can still see as you suddenly just left

Letting her wonder where you'll land next

Your arms flailing, your whole face smiling

Like a baby bird testing its wings

You flew to my arms in an instant

Oh how I held you tight and close!

You know how much I always loved you for those

If your travels will take you far

Just think of me and keep me in your heart

For you, he, who worked so very hard

Worked, so you can have happy days

And asking not much in return these days

Just that you think of me

Whether your daily life is sad or happy

Think of me, keep me in your memory

The imagination will always bring you back

On your journey to me.

 

I am home at last!

 

Why I returned after 34 years

Eugene Laszlo Hegedus

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