Canada’s LOVE of Mine.

I send to YOU a lot of my thankful kisses
I give YOU poetry as to my own dear MOM
YOU are the Lady of my dreams and any Misses
Just now YOU are becoming for me dear like cat Tom.

I do not know what kind of side of yours to stroke
And eyes of yours evaluate me as the right way
I love to eat, what’s made by YOU and crazy coke
I am CANADIAN long ago:
That’s why I think I am not a plebeian today.

I won’t be waiting for merely for anything from YOU as the own MOTHER
I SHOULD GIVE YOU back a lot of as a son of yours for huge help and that
YOU took me under your own wings as a real FATHER
Well, YOU are majestic colossus, but I am beside YOU only a simple silhouette.

To YOU, my dear and darling own country
I would like to sing my pretty song about my wholly devoted love
And anywhere I could not meet another attitude. I live not being hungry.
It’s true, that’s what I told YOU because there is no more an axe above.

I do not want to know that there is another better place
I do not want to look for any beach of River Milk with Island-honey
I want to live among the people, who gave me happy case:
To be a son of land of lakes and forests, to live with open face –
In love with and saving love up to oldness for my dear Mommy.


Very heavy December - 2004
Victor M. Nabok