Mother, mother is that smell of garlic, onion and pepper
at the entrance of your stove, where each day cooking our food.
Mom, Mom said it smelled of rosemary, ginger and cinnamon in your chest
with the strength of your hugs, where we were welcomed with much feeling.
Mother, mother that is to close a door that only you open
because I want you inside me while I escape.
Mama say mama mourn is to see tears of pain,
not knowing hold before crossing the threshold,
when I thought that closing the door, find the end, freedom.
Mother, mother's name you say now that I hayo in your place then
when my body filled with anger simmering in my gut, after each generation discussion.
Mama say mama is feeling amiga cuando me pides que abra mi alma.
y me cuentas que un día, mi hija solita, si le doy espacio, a mis brazos volverá.
Madre, decir madre es verte fuerte ante los golpes de la vida,
recuperarte erguida para recomenzar las partidas.
Mamá, decir mamá es verte herida, porque hay cosas en ésta vida
que nos derrotan, y durante un tiempo nos dejan hundidas.
Madre, hoy es el día que conmemora tu obra y quiero brindarte
my humble tribute to thank you for your care,
your hugs, to know bend like the rush to feel the force of the wind,
in each of our disagreements and not break ever.
Thanks for your patience to listen, to heal me ... for you, AM.
Mom, Congratulations.
Being the best mother you have known to be.
Note .-
This post is a personal feeling, but quite extensive and common to all mothers in the world.
with him, not only want to honor my mother (whom I congratulated by phone by sending all my love and wishes to enjoy a good day, with one of my sisters that if you could make more 400 km. that today we distance), is a tribute also:
My grandmother, whom I love dearly and wish I could spend every day and see her The greatest of my mothers. My mother-in
-Who does not like the word mother ", as a tender and protective mother with all her children and grandchildren, including myself, in spite of our stubbornness and discussions, for being so good Tauri both.
My sisters and sisters, to seek ways to be the best mothers for their children and let me participate in it.
My friends, Male, Marjo, Pamela and Peace, to be in the same traffic as the mother in which I am, for our conversations to help steer the conflicting emotions at every encounter with our young and rebellious children. Without such analysis supports the adventure of motherhood would be much difficult.
also
My friends, Ruth and Masel, because they are doing very well with their children, even children, enjoying them as a day of rest also did. Girl, you know you have the support of those we ahead, but in the same way.
For all the mothers of the world, especially to all of you you visit me today.
with him, not only want to honor my mother (whom I congratulated by phone by sending all my love and wishes to enjoy a good day, with one of my sisters that if you could make more 400 km. that today we distance), is a tribute also:
My grandmother, whom I love dearly and wish I could spend every day and see her The greatest of my mothers. My mother-in
-Who does not like the word mother ", as a tender and protective mother with all her children and grandchildren, including myself, in spite of our stubbornness and discussions, for being so good Tauri both.
My sisters and sisters, to seek ways to be the best mothers for their children and let me participate in it.
My friends, Male, Marjo, Pamela and Peace, to be in the same traffic as the mother in which I am, for our conversations to help steer the conflicting emotions at every encounter with our young and rebellious children. Without such analysis supports the adventure of motherhood would be much difficult.
also
My friends, Ruth and Masel, because they are doing very well with their children, even children, enjoying them as a day of rest also did. Girl, you know you have the support of those we ahead, but in the same way.
For all the mothers of the world, especially to all of you you visit me today.
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