W druga rocznice smierci mojej Eli

Ela’s Second Death Anniversary

Stop talking, just whisper…

Stop breathing, just sigh,

Through tears - crooked shadows,

No colors, no sounds.

Tell the plane overhead

Write in the sky, “My sister is dead”…

So, everyone knows that another short life was shortened

much more….20 - 30 years. Right?

She was my sunshine, my morning talk,

Her music recitals and love for Chopin,

Her taste and beauty, her daily hard work,

Her food, her home - it was not a random mess, but a state of true art.

Her dreams cut short. She was just planning to see the world,

She thought her life would last forever: My God…she was so wrong…

And, I am so jealous; she’ll see our parents.

YES, I should go there first. God’s plans were criss-crosses, I don’t know why?

Stop singing and chirping,

Stop dreaming, stop thinking,

Nothing else you can do!

Rip your heart out and scream, “God, let me go too”.