Loved or not, she loves you;
Cared or not, she cares you;
Feared or not, she favours you;
Fed or not, she feeds you;
Pleased or not, she blesses you.
She is the cause of your birth
But not of your death.
She is mother; no god is equal.
You will know when it is too late.
08.12.2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i missed my mom so much, i have been away from her ro 14 yrs, its hurt thnx for the word