I remember the days my yearning ails eyes wonder my heart thunder beating the rhythmic silence of your memory.
Oh! my mother how can I recall your face effaced sinking in shadowy images, drowned?
Your tender arms wrapped me in childhood innocence mother of tenderness mother of simplicity you exude with love the most superb beauty it melts the jubilation in my heart.
Mother dear how I long for your tear your eyes guides me your tongue wisdom your heart loves me and your tender arms embrace the rhythmic joys of my youth.
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Posted - 09 May 2010 : 19:06:10
