Галина
Copywriter, author of poetry
Work description:
Mom, how I sometimes long once again,
To press so tenderly to your heart,
And to plunge into your dear eyes,
Bathing my soul in hopes.
There is no more honest love in life,
That through the years does not fade,
There is no purer soul in life,
That forgives through the grievances.
Thank you, dear, for the life you gave,
For the sparkle of ever-loving eyes,
For tenderness, patience, for waiting,
Thank you for being who you are.
Mom, how I sometimes long once again,
To press so tenderly to your heart,
And to plunge into your dear eyes,
Bathing my soul in hopes.
There is no more honest love in life,
That through the years does not fade,
There is no purer soul in life,
That forgives through the grievances.
Thank you, dear, for the life you gave,
For the sparkle of ever-loving eyes,
For tenderness, patience, for waiting,
Thank you for being who you are.
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