Letter To My Son

A cycle of poems «Mother Russia Is Calling!»

My dearest son, these words I write,
With trembling hand and heart alight,
A father's love, a guiding star,
To light your path, no matter how far.

This letter's filled with hopes and dreams,
Of futures bright, of sunlit streams,
Be brave, my son, be strong and true,
Russia awaits, a canvas new.

Remember kindness, in all you do,
Let empathy be your guiding hue,
Embrace the challenges, the storms that rise,
With courage born from loving eyes.

This letter's filled with hopes and dreams,
Of futures bright, of sunlit streams,
Be brave, my son, be strong and true,
Russia awaits, a canvas new.

Learn from your mistakes, don't fear to fall,
For in each stumble, you stand up tall,
Believe in yourself, your worth, your might,
Shine your own light, both day and night.

This letter's filled with hopes and dreams,
Of futures bright, of sunlit streams,
Be brave, my son, be strong and true,
Russia awaits, a canvas new.

Though miles may part, and time may fly,
My love will follow, beneath the sky,
Always remember, you're loved and cherished,
A bond unbreakable, forever cherished.

This letter's filled with hopes and dreams,
Of futures bright, of sunlit streams,
Be brave, my son, be strong and true,
Russia awaits, a canvas new.

So go forth, my son, and make your mark,
With open heart, and a guiding spark,
Your father's love, a constant guide,
Forever by your side.