Roses for my mother For all the mothers of the world. first Sunday of May. I am not party to the days of this and that , now approaching the day of the mother.
And I wonder ... ... .. what is the ?..¡¡ Mother's Day !!... I do not understand because a mother is there every day of your life until you run out of strength, giving it all without expecting anything, invest in a project without thinking about a return that you can make this investment, a mother never lost confidence in their children, but everyone else missed it, we care when we are sick, she spends sleepless nights, laughs when he sees us laugh, suffer if we look sad and suffering, is an unconditional love that there is no more pure and honest than a madre.Asà the love of a mother so immense that no words could describe a total delivery in person, time and space You're just like a tree whose foliage filled nest protects us and sings. Madrecita
linda:
Your tears have become gems, let me at the crimp gold thread and make a poem and a necklace for my love your amor.Todos disperse, and all my roses will defoliate, and all fragrances me away.
Just Like Yours, pious and white, as the name of love between my complaints, as a trickle in the desert, like light pink in the jungle ... "My mother smells like roses and fragrant Presumida Loving and beautiful ...
And so we conclude with a jasmine. "Your arms always open when I need a hug. Your heart knows you understand when I need a friend. Harden your sensitive eyes when I need a lesson. Your strength and love have led me through life and have given me wings needed to fly.
mother's heart is the only capital of feeling that never breaks, and which can always count on and at all times safely.
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