My mother and her enchanting gaze Made me comprehend love My mother my dearest friend, my refuge In happier memories and in tragedies.
I see her every year getting more tender Watching me every day with more affection the silent witness of my heart In thrill and misery.
When my mother caresses me, I feel the comfort close in my heart, Like sitting next to the ocean, So peaceful and quenched.
She appreciates when i put my heart into words, eagerly waiting to attend, So happy to see me talking with passion, And made a verse mean so much more by her compassion.
Always seeking me through her hand and her gaze, with her kindness and strong sentiments, Telling me to smile more often, And life will always be better then our expectations.