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Remembrance
Come rain, the beautiful of ma mama spoke,
Come sun, her smile remained me of her tears,
The thunder stormed, many were the slaps I received,
The wind cooled, without end her comfort called.
She chose to endure pain, to see me reign,
She stared blankly at the roof, that I may touch the sky,
She whopped me mercilessly, that my life may sing meaningful,
She rose without tears, that my story might be filled with smiles.
To Mothers Everywhere, Long live the mothers
© Nathanael Haert
Come sun, her smile remained me of her tears,
The thunder stormed, many were the slaps I received,
The wind cooled, without end her comfort called.
She chose to endure pain, to see me reign,
She stared blankly at the roof, that I may touch the sky,
She whopped me mercilessly, that my life may sing meaningful,
She rose without tears, that my story might be filled with smiles.
To Mothers Everywhere, Long live the mothers
© Nathanael Haert
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