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🌹🌹 To YOU MOTHER
, I
never dared to tell you I love you!
And yet it was in my womb,
all that love that I held in me,
and which for you was a tear.
Hiding me when in kindergarten
you came happy and smiling
to pick me up yourself,
always gloved and covered,
very different from the other Mothers
who were simpler and seemed to me much,
much more beautiful than you my Mother.
Today I have Eureka finally the reason,
Child you don't understand wrinkles,
you see your Mommy with your heart,
the others were young women,
they were beautiful, the beauty of the devil!
Mother she had chosen to raise a little girl,
to give her the deepest Love, that she
could give forever, fifty-six years ago there was a difference.
To this day she has joined all the dearly departed,
I have not mourned because she was a wonderful Mother.
I never told him, Thank you for giving me everything, thank you Mother.
One thing that gnaws at me and will gnaw at me so much and more
is my biological identity, my roots.
Not knowing is like a bird
whose wings have been cut off.
🌹🎤🌹
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Very beautiful
Yes a Mother it is normally the sweetness, the umbilical cord that connects the child to her,
but qd I see among my entourage, how many children reject this love when they get married !
Because at that time they refused certain constraints on their parents
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