Mother russia

Those lively streets
In Mother Russia.
How I miss them.
The cracked sidewalk,
Street vender,
The winters leftover snow
Frozen beside my feet.

I walk down the red brick road,
The church so valiantly stands ahead.
Shops near by
Selling matroshkies
Wooden toys
Little dolls.
This road, a memoir in itself.

My babushkas house,
So comfortable, and warm.
The smell of blinchiki
Waver through the rooms.
The best made with a Russian heart
Filled with love,
And Moscow's memories.

Upstate,
Dacha,
Oh imagine the beauty,
Birch trees sway in the wind,
A real woods all around you,
Surrounding you,
Becoming one with you.
A riverbank beside you
With chilled pure water
Right by your side.

Russia,
Moscow,
Memories to fill my soul,
The cold crisp winters,
The heated summers,

Those things inexpressible,
Expressed though the streets of Moscow.