Mother. Preamble to Mother's Day. Original poem.

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Mother.

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I want to sing to my mother
in her day with all my soul
and sing to her twenty-four hours
of the day in north, east, west and south
with a guitar on whose strings
carry only messages of love.

Mother, sublime blessing of God,
today I make you arrive in my voice
the most pleasant noise
like when I was a scandalous child
and we made shocks with our toys.

Mother, you always tolerant
with the children even when they are grown up,
and that's why we know
that your love exceeds the top!

Congratulations in your day.