The flowers of love...
I will tell you one more time about the flowers of love,
count them one - by one, so you wont forget,
on your little fingers, my sweet daughter,
learn them and hold on to them, when you are hurting.
The first word my little flower is happiness,
give it to them who love so they wont hurt
αnd the word of hope learn it well,
ιt is a beautiful jasmine which smells wonderful.
The third word my little flower resembles with the olive,
the little friend of peace, put it in your heart
and be brave in your life, say it clear,
hide the little flower and continue.
The fifth word my little flower resembles with the lemon tree,
the sympathy of a flower bud, give it to the children
and don’t forget the word of kindness,
Wherever you go my little flower share from yourself.
Count the flowers of love one more time
if you can learn them, they are so many,
they are small branches, flower buds, almond flowers.
Give them wherever they are needed,if you love me.
From the book "Writing to my mother" by George Christopher Karaviotis.
Translated by Maria Eleni Karavioti