Treasure Island

Vasco M. Resendes

(13, april / Santa Maria, Azores)

Mãe (mom)


To all the moms, out there.
From all their sons and daughters
That finds’ it difficult to express
Their appreciation

As a baby child
She knows you’re
Hunger, she knows
You’re wet and when you’re sleepy
Like only a Mãe can.

Growing older a Mãe
Known’s when we’re hurt.
Feel’s the sadness of our pain and the agony
That we feel
That’s a Mãe

We see the hurt
In her motherly eyes
The sadness in her caring face
When we are hurt, in pain and
Down on our luck
How she comforts
In away, that only a Mãe can

Let’s thank are mom’s
While we still can
for
The love, the help, the caring
That only a mom can give
I will thank my mom for all she has done

minha mãe, obrigado por tudo que você tem feito

Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2010
Edited: Saturday, February 27, 2010
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