Blessed sonA Poem by arminthis one is dedicated to all the mothers.Once she was a girl, a crazy little girl. Her hairs tied with rubber bands teddies, chocolates were her best friends. Her face looked so innocent, she taught us to smile. As she grew older, shined with glory and pride. Now she is a great woman, more caring, loving and beautiful. I am the blessed son of that Goddess, and she is my respected mother. Greedless her sheltered love, builds me strong, stronger than ever. To race with the pace of life, she strengthens me, fuels the power. Her contributions to my successes, can not be told in words. All I can say is 'a big thank you', from the core of my heart. Whatever she expects from me, I'll make her dreams come true. I know she loves me a lot, with respects I love her much too. © 2015 arminAuthor's Note
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