Poems about a woman about a mother


That spring seemed to be eternal, –
And look out of the frames from the walls
Our mothers in wedding dresses,
Our mothers, young at all.
Eyebrows fly apart
No wrinkles near eyes
Who now will believe that
our mothers were once younger than us.
We are still in dawn dreams –
Moms are rising a little light.
We again fly somewhere –
Mom for a long time – waving after.
And the filial sorrow lies with
white snow on their temples.
If we chose mothers, We
would still choose our own.
You can travel all over Russia,
Carry on the road for many days,
Nobody will meet more beautifully
.
Send them more often telegrams,
Letters try to warm them.
Everything in the world can our mothers,
Only do not know how not to grow old.
Send them more often telegrams,
Letters try to warm them.
Everything in the

world can our mothers,
Only do not know how not to grow old.

And the heart of the mother is one.
With you she cries and weeps,
And we do not understand that,
How mothers sometimes suffer for us;

And the heart of the mother is the only answer,
To all the questions, the mysteries of the whole life,
And do not forget the wise advice that
Mother gave us in the Fatherland;

And the heart of the mother, when you’re far away –
It’s like a compass correct and accurate,
And you walk cheerfully, lightly –
It will show your way undefiled;

And the heart of the mother keeps from all sorrows,
Always with you goes and indivisibly,
Look at it carelessly do not break,
It forever one, unrepeatable;

And the heart of the mother – the most honest of all,
It always wishes us luck,
With his love waiting for success in everything,
Hurry to console when my mother is crying;

But you sometimes pass and with a chill, You
do not notice the heartache at all,
Remember: the heart of the mother is one,
You are responsible for it before God!


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Poems about a woman about a mother