Zoltán Jókay

Dear Iris,

I know how seriously ill you are.

I hope you’ll feel better soon, and I want to visit you as soon as possible.

I hope you’ll be well again.

I love you.

Every Sunday I looked forward to your visit,

and I was so happy when you came.

And I’m happy every time I see the glasses

you painted so lovingly.

There’s a song: “I know a miracle will happen.”

I can’t even tell you how devastated I am.

I love you. 

Your little mom.