I read on some site, such a poem is good... I will post just so, anybody will go through...

Sorry, I haven't written to you for a long time, Mom... There is no time, then the words were not enough... I stopped drinking - for a month or a gram - And it seemed like the liver stopped sick. With work overflow – millions of orders... I go to bed somewhere at three and get up very early. No vacation, no infection again. And I so wanted to come to you, Mom... The little girl in April finished the kindergarten – Big enough... So Mom looks like) We are preparing for school – We bought notebooks, textbooks, suitcases... And you remember, we too Wandered with you all over the shops, We were looking for a better place... Now it’s easier.... So strange to be a Dad. I, you know Mamul, still drink tea with milk every night so that nightmares don’t dream, I pray before bed, although I don’t seem to believe... And it feels like something has closed – the main door then behind you. I know that everyone sometimes dies, to be born again... - I know all this... But I, despite the heavenly plans - about Life, about Death, about God, about Paradise - Shaphu - Take me to her, I beg.
I really want you, Mom.

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