Tagged “Grief and Remembrance”
Browse Tagged “Grief and Remembrance” from the Canadian Macedonian Heritage Society archive, library and community collections.
The Man and His Dog
I was talking with a friend of mine He tells me he can’t sleep His little dog was killed And he grieves for it deeply “I had it like a small child,” he said “So it wouldn’t drip or get wet I took it out every morning Before the sun had risen yet It never once offended me It never talked back It only looked me in the eyes And wagged its tail I wish I knew if someday We will meet again If they too ...
The horse returned without its rider
A young woman was weaving With white thread at the loom She was wearing a black dress Her future was sombre Why is your thread white And your clothing black Are you mourning your mother Your old father perhaps I do not mourn my mother Nor my father My youth has turned black And I weep night and day Swiftly your youth passes Quickly time slips away Cast off your black clothes So your sorrow may ...
Grandista Came Tumbling Down
In Grandista, three young maidens Were gathering chamomile. They heard some thunderclaps Before the sun had set. On the ridge of Eleo lightning flashed, In Strebreno it thundered, In Zelenich rain was falling, And Gurlo could not contain it. The rain grew stronger, The rocks began to roll, The torrent swelled and raged, Flooding all the fields. They climbed upon a hillside, Trying to save ...
Innocent Victims of War
Spring of ’48 But there was no celebration. No lambs were roasting in the village Those who had remained Wanted only peace They ran toward their destination To protect Whatever was left That was still their own Many underage children Had stayed in the village Others had been left orphans With no purpose at all They ran like hunted birds Through roads and fields Their clothes all worn and old Torn ...
