Hello,
On this Mother’s Day, here is a little poem
Mom
What can be said of a mother,
What was not said,
Prayers and a thousand verses,
We're still writing.
But it's for you, Mom,
May these words, tenderly,
They pass before my eyes,
Without a truce, like a game;
And remember, Mom,
When we were children,
You were combing our hair,
And wiped our eyes.
If pain and distress
They come knocking at your door,
You let them in
Without ever complaining;
And never your face
He never showed me any tears
And the life that passes by,
Keep your heart smooth;
So, tell me, my mother,
So what is your secret,
Clear my mind…
So are you a fairy?
Have a good day
friendships
Marylena