@jade22 25 June 2020

A Poem to my Mother

**In my breakfast wrapped in the sadness that Dad left,** **When I realized that he had left behind the bow that had come to Mom;** **Sixteen kinds are understood as pure love,** **His choice in wrestling in the game!** **There is a sense of darkness that the sweetness of the heart's heart is sweet,** **It is his purpose to provide the youngest in education;** **These are intangible acts of the flesh that are unbearable but fertile** **Of eight throb life and eight thoughts.** **The longer it takes, the heavier it becomes** **My dear Mother has a firm breast in suffering and intolerance;** **And her offspring who are less conscious are to be imagined** **He helped with diligence and was determined to stop it!** **He had a skin in his chest ready to be sick and ready to endure,** **He has an answer and is always ready to solve problems;** **His blessed hand-grabbing pain and healing,** **Loving breasts will be filled with resentment.** **All he wanted was his tearful companion** **And in the room of his heart he made room, all cut;** **There is also a wound that has no remedy for scratches,** **He is still a lover of all time.** **Today is my mother's birthday. .. fifty-nine,** **He had a crown from our Lord on him;** **In past times of sacrifice and success** **She is a monument to her greatness that no one can match!** **She is the woman I will admire all the time,** **Now I think it's my only right to defend him;** **Expect her - this heartfelt gratitude,** **The blanket of comfort would cover him with all the joy!** **To him I offer the kiss of love and the kisses** **And prayers may be given to the blood that flows** **The rest of the living at the root of the heart is bitter** **Even the slightest glimmer of joy in her could be missed!**