57 years ago,
Grandpa and Grandma gave birth to her,
she's a beautiful baby, with her big and round body,
she was the apple of everyone's eye,
with eyes so pretty, it shines..
she grew up in a village,
with vegetables, poultries and chickens that were not in cages,
and she would help grandpa in the market,
selling fresh, sincere products of the farm to all the smiling mothers,
instead of plastics, huge leafs and rattan baskets.
and there she was, as a teenage,
full with hormones and rampage,
a convent girl's school she went,
a position as a school Prefect she had,
and also as the second biggest girl in town, she said it with a huge laugh.
all she wanted was to get out and adventure,
and so Australia she went for furthering her studies,
with the grass definitely greener, and people's second names were affectionist,
although some were occasionally racist,
that didn't stop her from being extra friendly.
at 34, its time for another explore,
mountain climbing, jungle hiking, scuba diving,
and finally, she met him.
with her enormous laughter as he's bait,
and destiny took place, and send magical sparks all over the place.
she is his first, and still is,
his appreciations, his love, touched her deep, within.
and yes, marriage was inevitable.
after 9 months of hell, her life went hay wired,
i brought nothing but chaos and mess,
with the house upside down and unpressed dress,
i was a pain,
but, that didn't stop her from being extra loving.
she's like a bottle of wine,
with taste, texture and smell, fines with passing time.
her life, is her journal,
is like a work of Picasso, where everyone will treasure,
with time, and forever.
Happy Mother's Day. i love you mummy.
from Russia, with love,
-stillatstake-
