@aida12 22 June 2020

A Mother to children

A little skinny and sick The uneven mattress; The eyes can be opened, blinked, Or weep in sorrow. The mother was in the main area That tears more and more anxiety; In the chest cavity, It includes deep breathing. When sick, sometimes covered, Sometimes kissing them in the mirror; “You will be well, child; you will be well, ” The mother whispered to the youngest in comfort. Dark eyes and a dry smile, In the face of the mother becomes a change; The hardships are just so… Love is life - mother is the cause. Nothing, and like a miracle, The youngest son spoke; “Mom, am I not serious anymore? ... "How can you, child, Just a few days and you will grow stronger… ” The language of the mother's tears is falling Because of the great mercy and compassion. “Our breath, oh my dear son, It is a single bribe; When your life is over and gone, I will add my own life. ”