Every day of your eyes mother
I think and then i have to smile.
I see how your wings cover kindly
head of my sister, of my brother.
Every day of your hands mother
I think and their warmth saves me.
You never blame, never bother,
only forgiveness you always gave me.
Every day I think of you mother.
Every day I owe you, love you.
You taught me how to be true
and I couldn't love more other
than I love you,
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