Mother is the kind person,
that gave birth to us,
the dearest person in our consciousness,
in order to carry gladly a name.
Thought of the eternal love,
mother brings us up,
the joy spreads
when she welcomes in threshold.
Her face is only sun,
gleams sing us tenderly,
you feel that all is divine,
the image delights from love.
Stay always with me,
my dear mummy,
your face was remaining in mat
remembering again about you.
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