последняя надежда.

я хочу поделиться со всеми моего сына победой в конкурсе стихов, который проводился в одой из школ нашего штата Массачусетс. Его стихотворение последняя надежда бала непечатала в журнале в переводе с Английского-яблочный пирог, а вчера в той школе ученики работы которые были напечатаны в этом журнале читали свои стихи перед аудиторией. моя мама и я тоже присутсвовали. я очень горжусь за победу моего сына.
last hope
So many moments seem empty,like the picture wasn't complete.
A space is reserved in my heard just for you, it's waiting to meet.
So many times I've looked at other's, and was jealos of the father.
No matter what was right, the missing piece got painfully stronger.
When I was younger I tried to stay good, just in case you'll appear.
The pain molded me into who I am, I was controlled by the fear.
I didn't let anyone else get close, for I was waiting for you.
My mom always said you died, and I cried saying it's not true.
I desperately clung to the idea of you, it kept me together.
No matter what went on, I thought you would make it better.
Years passed, and your memory started to fade away.
I was older and more aware; I gave up more each passing day.
Nights I just cried; it finaly hit me that you weren't coming back.
So much was going on and the pain caused my heart to crack.
To this day a silver of hope remains, but I try to keep it restrained.
I don't want to be let down, for then I'll become permanently drained.
Max Uskov
Methuen High School
journal Apple Pie