Something Old and Something New

They Are Sweet

When mother’s ma got
back the house from the wood,
she didn’t wear the death mask
rather she was as playful as
the farmyard puppy.
On her cheeks the childhood lullabies
were smiling broadly
and she threatened to
curtain the retirement apartment
with the brilliant drapery.

That’s the way grandma was.
It’s good to keep in mind
now, when I am the old man.
I hear my grandson’s giggling
in the step with the cartoon
on the television,
And soon the evening is,
but it doesn’t break my heart.
Tears well up in my eyes.
They are sweet.
©Yelling Rosa
Written in Finnish
10/12 -10
Dramatized in English
20/3 -14

The Speaking Humanity

Playing children turn
Their parents into humanity;
And the speaking humanity
Guarantees leaders’ wisdom.
© Yelling Rosa
9/10 – 14

Children Win

Fighting
is in vain.
Children
win the race.
© Yelling Rosa
Written in Finnish
17/12 -87
Dramatized in English
10/10 -14