Only now I understand how I miss them.:-( Life treated them with great love and respect, and still think that he was not able to fully convey to them my feelings and I thank them for all they did to me.
Aged my folks
The rain knocks on the window, as the frozen bird.
But she fell asleep, continuing to wait for us.
Today I want to the ground to worship
The woman named MOTHER.
That which life has presented to us in pain,
The one that dreams sometimes don’t sleep at night.
Pressed against his chest, her warm hands.
And pray for us all Holy Images.
For the health of their daughters, sons.
Each new step is for her was like a holiday.
And she was hurt from the pain of children.
From their native place fly like birds:
Soon we would become adults.
Today I want to the ground to worship.
the woman, whose name is MOTHER.
HELLO!HOW WE TREAT OUR PARENTS AND OUR CHILDREN WILL TREAT THEIR CHILDREN.THERE is a PROVERB:”WHAT OURSELVES-SANI.”TELL ABOUT MY FAMILY, the MOST ORDINARY ,ordinary ARMENIAN FAMILY.US AT MOTHER OF FIVE ADULT CHILDREN AND GRANDPARENTS. Continue reading