Plakala je tužno
Kao da je nešto boli
Motala je sigurno po glavi
“Moja me mama ne voli”.
Ćebence je čvrsto držala u ruci
Dok kroz hodnik dugačak
Išla je držeći me za ruku
Sporo ko povređeni mačark.
Sakrila se suza I u maminom oku
Pa nije ni ona od kamena biće
I dok izlazi žurno pita se glasno
“da li su i druge mame takve kad ostavljaju decu u vrtiće!”
She cried sadly
It was as if something was hurting her
She rolled safely over her head
„My mom doesn’t love me.“
She held the blanket tightly in her hand
While through the hallway long
She walked holding my hand
Slow as an injured cat.
A tear hid in mother’s eye as well
Well, she’s not even made of stone
And as he hurries out he asks out loud
„Are other moms like that when they leave their children in kindergartens!“
Milica Mitić Vučković
Ljubi je baka medenu
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