Mother's Day

O sweet mother o’mine,

Complex like fine wine.

A unique soul,

Family’s happiness, the only goal.

Affection running through her veins,

Her heart clear lacks stains.

This involute creation,

The more she grows, the less information.

This family runs around her,

We improve every day, we are not who we were.

The love we contain is overpowering,

Day by day, our hearts are overcrowding!!