Good mothers.
Our mothers keep us in the dark just for us to have a tomorrow that’s bright.
Good intended lies. Yeah, maybe not well enough.
Inside cocoons, we grow with neither fathers nor their whereabouts.
Good mothers.
Brave enough to, without men raise men.
Men strong enough to raise children, only this time not in the dark…
Children that will reflect their fathers in the future;
A phase that these women had made bright...
Good Mothers
…tender loving souls. So compassionate, they turn the hands of fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem