Mothers.
They are the only ones that everyday have risen to teach life.
They are a cream fighters who strive to have the best, so we would not miss anything.
They are they scold us and tell us what we should not do, knowing that we will.
They are flesh and blood, but inside are made of steel. Unique but equal, and essential.
No one could finish writing about them, because there would be enough life to be grateful for what you have done for us, giving us the pleasure of living.
Dedicated to a hero, my mother.
They are a cream fighters who strive to have the best, so we would not miss anything.
They are they scold us and tell us what we should not do, knowing that we will.
They are flesh and blood, but inside are made of steel. Unique but equal, and essential.
No one could finish writing about them, because there would be enough life to be grateful for what you have done for us, giving us the pleasure of living.
Dedicated to a hero, my mother.