Ardak Qayyyrkyzy Igenova - Poetry Cycle
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Ardak Qayyyrkyzy Igenova
Born on February 20, 1961, in the village of Birlik, Aktogay District, Karaganda Region, Kazakhstan.
She dedicated her life to teaching and is now retired. Currently resides in Astana. Married.
She is a poet and composer.
Chairwoman of the Mothers' School" at the Al-Farabi Palace of Schoolchildren in Astana.
Member of the "Care Council.
Memberships:
– Member of the International Union of Writers
– Member of the World Union of Writers
– Member of the Kazakhstan Authors' Society
Awards and Honors:
– Honorary Citizen of Kazakhstan
– Public Figure
“Pride of the Nation” Award Recipient
TO MY GRANDCHILD
A grandchild - an angel in this world so wide,
You planted blooms of love deep in my heart inside.
You made me “Grandpa, Grandma,” sweet little one,
May your life be blessed till all is said and done.
You gave me wings - I soar on songs you bring,
I dream of you with every joyful spring.
And when my days are clouded, cold, or blue,
The world shines bright again - I think of you.
You are my strength, my joy, my guiding light,
You brought me beauty, made my dark days bright.
You are the hope that healed my broken thread,
Oh child… you are the prayer your father said.
MY WHITE ANGEL - MY GRANDCHILD
My little foal, so sweet like honey,
You bring me joy far more than money.
You gave my life a deeper glow,
You are the song my heart does know.
My white angel, my golden light,
May your path be ever bright!
Like a spring to quench my thirst,
You are the blessing I felt first.
May joy forever fill your eyes,
You gave my soul a sweet surprise.
You walk the path of faith and grace,
Let all your words bring pride to place!
You’ll carry dreams from age to age,
Soar like an eagle, strong and sage.
My little bird, with blessings true,
Be Turkic-born, be bold, break through!
MY GOLDEN NEST - MY SCHOOL
From wisdom may our spirits rise,
With knowledge shining in our eyes.
When school, like mother, opens wide,
Our joy lifts us to skies with pride!
New heights - our steady aim,
Graduates find their name.
Golden nest, our school so dear,
Fount of knowledge, bright and clear!
Like a beacon we shall shine,
Happy children by design!
From our teachers, kind and wise,
We take the truth that never dies!
Blessed is this school so bright,
I bow with thanks, with all my might.
If I take flight to peaks above -
It’s thanks to you, with care and love.
Teachers noble, hearts so grand,
With treasures of the mind in hand.
You're the light of free land’s dawn,
An endless song that carries on!
