To all moms
Mother's tired hands...
How much did they make...
How much was cleaned, cooked,
How many pies were stuck...
Mother's sick legs!
How many roads traveled...
And from dawn to night
They carried their fate.
Mother's kind eyes
How many sleepless nights
How many tears were shed
How much goodness has been given to us
Mother's gentle heart
Believed in God, prayed
We wish everyone only the best
Everyone was loved until the end.
Loved, loves and will...
Because these feelings are immortal.
Her soul knows no years,
She only loves and loves.
(V. Davydova 07/06/2021)
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