Somewhere, at a table in a bright room, an old woman is sitting alone. The hair has turned gray,
cheeks wrinkled; but the look in which the tears glisten, clear. Sit down
mute. A ball of blue wool and knitting needles rest on her knees.
Her gaze is fixed on the wall, one after the other in her mind
memories. Some bitter and sad, but many more are beautiful,
joyful. A deep sigh is heard.
Oh, memories, you’re the only one I have left. He flinches. In hand
felt a tiny palm. In her detachment, she didn’t even notice when
said this little devil, this sunshine of hers, who makes her happy and from
which he can still learn so much, to her. He climbs into her lap and
with childish playfulness, he wipes away a small tear that he has at the sight of her
it slides down his face. And not from sadness, she cries from happiness that it is her nature
gifts of a granddaughter who still finds next to all these contemporary
wonderful time for her. Thank you, wherever and whoever you are, thank you
for him, he says thanks in his mind, picks up his grandson, gently and carefully
put on the floor and stand up. Now, my dear, the mourning is over
and melancholy, now we’re going out, into a warm sunny day, you’ll see
that your grandmother still has a lot of fitness; let’s go
play in the plain, let’s hug the trees, let’s go for a walk in the forest and
listening to the song of all the birds that currently reside in it, in short
let’s go find our place under the sun and embrace his
I can’t believe how warm a soft baby’s palm can be like that
brightens up a sad old woman’s day, who has a feeling that it will be for
always haunted in the room, forgotten, only with her memories. Through
the window is shining with the awakening spring sun, and they are on the lawn in front of the house
the first spring flowers just peeked out. All these spring
her grandson just showed her joy when he took her hand and
looked gently into her eyes. Not that she wouldn’t leave the house, just to see them
it is not in its backwardness. It’s so nice to watch the old ladies
they walk along the paths where they used to walk as young girls
for walks. How they visit the places where the first ones were born
of love, and with them they bring back memories and are not ashamed to admit their own
awkwardness at the first kiss, the first touch.
Really beautiful, and noble.
Give them as many moments as possible, because life is so beautiful, ah
unfortunately too short. We would still like to do a lot, we would still like to do a lot
told, learned and often liked to have fun. Take advantage
every moment so that your memories will be beautiful and that you will have a good time
something to remember, just like an old woman sitting at a table in a bright room.
It’s so nice to be a grandma. Thank you for your time and your generosity.