Life carries us and takes us away from them,
Some distances you never stop regretting.
With various winds we made a pact,
But as time goes on, their hands run with it.
Life rolls us, it pulls us through undergrowth,
Their gentile looks are still a balm on every path.
Did we know, could we have done differently,
While we were picking left at some junction?
Life is a river, some banks are wide,
And in our voyage often we forget about them,
Hands waving to us even while we're far away,
And which, once we return, are no longer the same.
Life is love, alongside them we weaved it.
Some part of them, so close and dear, becomes eternity within us.
Some proximities are unexpected, we didn’t hope for them.
Let’s kiss those hands as we dock along their shore.
Love,
Kristina
Wednesday, June 16th, 2021
Roditeljske ruke
Život nas nosi i odnosi od njih,
Neke su daljine nikad prežaljene.
Sa mnogim smo vjetrovima sklopili pakt,
A dok vrijeme teče i njihove ruke teku sa njim.
Život nas kotrlja, provlači kroz žbunje,
Pogledi njihovi još su melm na svakom putu.
Jesmo li znali, jesmo li mogli drukčije,
Dok smo birali lijevo na nekom križanju?
Život je rijeka, neke su obale široke,
I u našoj plovidbi često zaboravljamo na njih.
Ruke koje nam odmahuju i dok smo daleko,
I koje, kad se jednom vratimo, više nisu iste.
Život je ljubav, uz njih smo ju satkali.
Neki dio njih, tako blizak i drag, čini vjecnost u nama.
Neke su blizine neočekivane, nismo im se nadali.
Poljubimo te ruke dok pristajemo uz njihovu obalu.
S ljubavlju,
Kristina
Srijeda, 16. lipnja 2021.
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