As a poet I always ask her: "Mother! Mother and children have? "Section. But no voice answered her, that held the village in the heart, peace loving arms ...
After many years when I grow up, do not ask her questions too old. More and more children get older, more frail mother, and lo more ...
There are times that I make mistakes, catch as many questions parents listened reprimand. Child not angry, just step back more intense. I know that she was sad sad child. I'm sorry Mother, Mother, please ... please believe me ... I sleep alone, late at night were soon tired. Oh I love you, rest assured for this day for having big. Having long ago, not speak: I love, I love her so much ...
Old, mothers raise children to walk. Nay, I go alone children. You did know right from wrong, Mommy I believe the road to ...
There are times that I make mistakes, catch as many questions parents listened reprimand. Child not angry, just step back more intense. I know that she was sad, sad for me. I'm sorry mother, I believe you ...
Hoh! Although children have grown up, she would always be the mother of the child ...
Mother ... let alone sleep, late at night were soon tired. Oh I love you, rest assured you. Today I have grown. Having long ago, not speak: I love, I love her very much.