My First And Eternal Friend
The deeper a word, the larger the word “mother”. It is simple enough to print itself in a verse, and it is so spectacular you don’t need to make fancy sentences. The dark polar star is a safe harbor where you can take refuge in every moment of life. Mom, even if the umbilical cord is broken, it never breaks. It is the ab-i-life that carries paradise in its heart and under its feet.
Every story or fairy tale hero you read to me as a child has a mother. The child would think of all the mothers in his mind, but I would never find someone more beautiful than you and I couldn’t see more powerful than you. He’s carrying the world on his back and he’s carrying me in his arms. As you grow, you grow in my little eyes. Your heart was a delicate flower branch, they broke. You, a cloud in your eyes, an eternal smile on your face, hide your anger. I would feel it in my little heart. I couldn’t suppress the volcano in my heart when I saw a cloud in your eyes and it rained in the fountains.
I wish I could burn every wind that shed their buds. But you didn’t preach to me. With my hand, my tongue, my eyes, sometimes my thoughts, you offered me to put love into the world. Sometimes I can’t control my hands and I write sarcastic sentences on the pages. I know you’il be disappointed in times like this. You just want her to teach you how to make beautiful and beautiful, elegant sentences. Hearts renewable. You have an open heart, you can think of the peace of everyone in front of you, Mom.