My Children – My Books. Dedicated To Stephen Mooser
Dedicated to Stephen Mooser,
President of the internation
Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators,
Los Angeles, California
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My books live somewhere
in distant California,
in city with the beautiful name «Los Angeles».
I sent them there to unfamiliar Mr. Mooser.
Now he is their new father.
I frequently see in my imagination
my books in their new country,
in their new house with new parents.
Probably my books – my children – are happy there:
They stand in book shelves.
Sunbeams smile at them,
Different people take them in their hands,
look at their pictures, and maybe even
they read them sometimes!
But sometimes I am afraid that
my books live
like poor orphans:
They lay in darkness, among unread papers.
They are covered with dust
and nobody ever takes them in hand...
But I am a big egoist,
I do not want to cry and worry.
Therefore I pretend:
my children – my books
are happy in their new country,
in their new houses, with new parents.
And maybe, even,
somebody will read them,
sometime.
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