"To my mother, the one who never gave up
on her children, on her dreams, on her family
and most importantly, on herself.
To my mother, who came into my bedroom
late at night, sneaking in a kiss or two.
The one who's hands are gentle as a bloom,
softly caressing my worries away.
Who's heart holds every one of us Who's tongue never stops worrying about us.
Who's eyes stream with tears
when one of us is in pain and full of fears.
Thank you for bearing with us, for all
the pain you hid so well to make us smile.
Now we celebrate, a day full of joy, a day where you were gifted."
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The Awakenings
PoesíaAn anthology of poems to empower and kindle one's soul to reconnect with The Creator. Spiritual growth and gaining peace. "The pain of regret is darkness that swallows you whole when you're chasing the light." - Muni.H "The best of poems are writte...
