Most mothers are instinctive philosophers.
Being a mother is an attitude not a biological relation.
Mothers and their children are in a category on their own.
There's no bond so strong in the entire world,
no love so instaneous and forgiving like the one between a mother and her child.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.
If evolution really works, how come mothers have two hands.
I realised when you look at your mother,
you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
Youth fades, love droops, the leave of friendship fall,
but mother's secret hope outlives them all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I realised when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know. oh what a loving praise for the mother...... love is her synonym... she is God in human form.. love your poem my dear poet.... thank you. tony