My Mother
 

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I long for my mother's bread

My mother's coffee

Her touch

Childhood memories grow up in me

Day after day

I must be worth my life

At the hour of my death

Worth the tears of my mother



And if I come back one day

Take me as a veil to your eyelashes

Cover my bones with the grass

Blessed by your footsteps

Bind us together

with a lock of your hair

With a thread that trails from the back of your dress

I might become immortal

Become an angel

If I touch the depths of your heart



If I come back

Use me as wood to feed your fire

As the clothesline on the roof of your house

Without your blessing

I am too weak to stand



I am old

Give me back the star maps of childhood

So that I

Along eith the swallows

Can chart the path

Back to your waiting nest

رد: My Mother
 

رد: My Mother
 

mother

Without your blessing

I am too weak to stand

thank's babon for these words

رد: My Mother
 

رد: My Mother
 

mother big word
mother high fealing
mother is life
paradies under mothers feet