My mother is a poem
with white hair
that has to the lips
a gesture of fervor
when after long absence
breathe in her she lowers me
Hugs me like a child
he kisses me with passion
my mother is tiny like a violet
the sweet is in your soul
the cry of the god
she owns my dreams
Although I am not a poet, the verses to my mother inspire me God
how beautiful my mother is
let it go is have it
How happy to see her
happy at home
atmosphere of joy
next to his children
taking care of his nietitos
how holy is my mother
bless her if you bless her, sir
my mother is a rose
of ojados petals that keeps its perfume very close to the heart
and seeing her this anguish
I do not know what I cried
that's why when I mention it, I embark on emotion
my mother is like a corom of magic palette
song, pain, tenderness
everything is in your voice
she owns my dreams
Although I am not a poet, the verses to my mother inspire me God
how beautiful my mother is
let it go is have it
How happy to see her
happy at home
Only among all we can make this a better place :)