[poem by] Anderson Silva
Pain turns into joy
Through the eyes of the one
Who births a girl or a boy
The closest definition
Of unconditional love exists
On a mother's mission
To love
To protect
To nurture
To sacrifice
To deny herself
Too simple to understand
Too complex to explain
A mother holds her baby's hand
Undoubtedly important is the father
But no more than an intruder
Between a kid and her mother
A shield for toddlers
Rain that makes kids grow
Teaching us we'll reap what we sow
Lighthouse that guides the youth
Road paved with sweat and tears
Directing us towards a truth
Thank you, mother.
Thank your mother.
Thank you.
[Photo taken Nov. 24th, 2007: www.flickr.com/photos/afsilva/2060550592/in/set-721576022...]
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