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Patsy Sider - DANNY STOITSEVSKY (1925-1988)

This poem is dedicated in loving memory of Danny Stoitsevski- Hatzystoitse (Hafzyioannou) An unforgettable Hero, from Florina-Lerin DANNY STOITSEVSKY (1925-1988) Patsy Sider-Aspassia Bossota In Florina-Lerin the terminally ill widow mother of Danny Stoitsevski Breathless was calling Danny, her son. Her last wish was this. Danny, her son, she wanted to see him, for the last time. Danny, previously, was resident of ...

Patsy Sider - THE MOUNTAIN CLIMBER

The mountain climber with his athletic beauty And his golden heart He is set out early in the morning For his morning walk towards the mountains. On his shoulders, he carries the green bag filled with food And a flask of refreshing water. Lassie, the dog runs lively. She is ahead of him. The uphill road Is too narrow and too tiring. A gentle wind caresses their faces And the birds are welcoming them in singing. ...

Patsy Sider - MY BELOVED FATHER, AVRAAM BOSSOTAS (1908-1987)

It was painted on my father's face, the joy and the fear The times when he held the radio close to his ear. He was hearing Macedonian songs Prohibited by the Greeks, the Macedonian songs. The volume of the radio was too low Any lower could not go. He wondered, if the Greek policeman was outside of his home Hidden under the window, or the porch, for eavesdropping. Mother was shaking as a leaf. She was whispering to ...

Patsy Sider - FOR YOU MATHER, KONSTANTINA BOSSOTA

Christmas Day is a Saint Day Where the justice and the kindness conquers. This day commemorated the birth of Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ is the savior of the World, the Miraculous. Mother, you are a praiseworthy mother and a grandmother. You raised six children and five grandchildren. You faced the difficulties in life with bravery And you conquer them all. This poem is for you, mother With all my love and ...

Patsy Sider - THE CIVIL WAR

The black veil of the night has been spread And this evening I have bitterness in my heart. The destructive civil war Still in my heart, is active. I remember the hoarse voice of the siren That made us to run breathless to find shelters. The war planes We're killing civilians and children. I remember the filthy shelters under the mountain The dark basement of our home In it three to four families gathered together ...