To Timothée

My dear child,
rests in Jesus' arms,
in peace for eternity.
Look at the beauty of the Sky,
the face of God.
You are dressed in white,
this Celestial clothing.
All your sufferings are finished,
on your head Jesus put the crown.
Oh, how my heart delighted,
to be soon closed to you.
Then we know that we won't never be separated.
In our arms we shall clasp thy child,
never again he'll go away,
He will be always our child.

Esther Gynther
September 3,2001

(Translated from Finnish)

The little hero's tomb

This evening we lit the candles
On the tombs of the fatherland's heroes.
They are as stars
Shining the winters nights by their fires.
They were really heroes
When they defended our country
We thank them in that way
When we bring our candles.

On the little child's tomb
I lay down my own candle
It is for me the greater of the heroes
Which rests precisely there.

So bravely he fought
The disease which destroyed his body.
Did not surrender to the enemy
Which approached; death.

When the day rose on the hill
He did not gave up but with his last forces
He carried the flag of victory
He joined the rows of the winners.
His faith, his love for his Redeemer
Were his weapons in the battle
He served faithfully his King
One day, for that, he will be rewarded.

Esther Gynther
Finland's Independence Day

(Translated from Finnish)

The Mummy's arms

It is the morning of the Mother's Day,
I cannot hear the song of my child,
I feel only the sorrow, sadness,
the pain of the separation filled my heart.

You mum, look at your child who sleeps,
there is nothing more beautiful in the world,
listen to the voice calling you,
There are nothing more valuable.

When the morning, the arms are around you,
donnot forget this moment,
that will not last eternally.
When the evening, you tuck your child up for the night,
stay a moment sitting near him.
Give your child some of your time,
he needs only your love.

Be always tender with your child,
you cannot never be too close,
when one day he will leave,
you will not want that this moment comes.

This Mother's Day morning, I awake,
I see only my empty arms,
my child, now, is in the arms of Jesus,
Only that which comforts me.

I carried my child under my heart,
and during many years in my arms, under my heart,
now I carry him in my heart.
I wait until this morning come,
when I will fill my child very close to me,
I will hear his loved voice,
from my arms, he will never go away.

Esther Gynther

(Translated from Finnish)