Mother, I always miss

Graphic by Bruna Costa

Mom, what can I tell you that you don’t already know

When I was a little boy, you were the loved one who showed me how to walk and talk

I remember if it was still yesterday

You worked hard to give me hope every day when my father was away

Sometimes I feel emptiness, Mom

I know the whole world celebrates his mother, but I mourn you

Remember that as long as I think about you, it shows me how often you loved me

I know you are no longer here, but spiritually, you are just right there

How many more times will I cry and share tears for you? This day is to celebrate mothers and not to mourn them, But know that through my tears my joys are transported

Through my emotions transcends the courage you taught me, Through my sorrows, my desire to see you by my side, Through my grieving, my love for you transpires

I have been able to have beautiful children who’ll make you smile, I know

No doubt you are the most beautiful and sweetest mother in my life

You instilled in me the values of bravery, the temerity to go through any situation Even in the depths of my difficulties on this land of men, I will not forget that you have been

Sometimes my tears flow, my pillows are filled with tears when looking at the window

If I can send you back this beautiful flower of poetry, I will tell you, Mother,

I force myself to live without you

Like an angel in the hereafter, watch over me and your grandchildren

You told me that once you were gone, life without you might not be happy

I finally understood that lesson the hard way

Only the joy of doing and doing well animates me,

But the fear of dying too soon engulfs me and terrifies me

As I am alive, I will strive to be a good boy as you have dreamed

To you, Mother, may God bless you and I thank you with all your kindness

As long as I breathe in that glimmer of hope you planted in me, As long as I sweat this sweat of bravery you have passed to me, I’ll take care of you, and on that note, I say Happy Mother’s Day

A sweet and adorable mother

A mother whose absence is felt,

A mother whose presence is felt again and again A mother from whom I hold the breath

She no longer lives in spite of herself, but continues to live

Living without living again

Happy Mother’s Day to you, my Mother

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