It is difficult to choose the exact phrase where your angel figure is drawn. It is also difficult to select the story that you, dear mother lead, because in all of them the intense and infinite love prevails, a feeling impossible to paint and describe, as José Martí said, it would be foolish from color and the word to try it.
This Sunday, the second of May, your precious lips cling to distill goodness, kindness and passion. From your golden heart flows the abundance of corals, in your sea of tenderness your children are immersed, who revere you, those who say thanks to your existance, those who will never disappoint you.
Mother is a melodious word that sweetens and passionate. Five letters conquering the universe, five characters providing happiness, satisfaction, pride. The heat of the mother stimulates, provides security, makes us giants, achievers, doers of a will lend itself to face challenges and achievable goals.
Blessed are those who kiss and regale their mothers today with bouquets of red flowers, present in memory and for eternity those that in the cemetery receive the white rose, the unforgettable phrase, affection that conquers the sky. From the sky, many look at their children, they guide them, they encourage them, those that remain standing on solid ground, tend them their hands of wheat bread, consolidate the hug, handshake, the sublime reason of knowing loved and respected.
Their charm is profiled in many faces and expressions, green, black, blue, large, almond-shaped eyes, they come as light houses, a deep inspiration, a motivation to ensure that we today and always want to be like them, mothers, especially mothers, the ones who are always mothering and advising, those who never get tire, those who oversleep for us, those that are always there, for illness and sadness, difficulty and anger, loneliness and anxiety, joy and dreams.
They bewitch and love, they are able to eternalize hope to have them on our side it is a kind of life, life to which they give happiness and human spirituality.
On this special day where roses, gladiolus, jasmine, sunflowers and violets take over home gardens, on this special day which reverberates affection and sympathy for the mothers, let's think of all, those who are already gone, in those spreaders of smiles, which educate without expecting anything in return, in kissing, which boldly face difficulties, in battling for a full and better existence, let's think of your mother, in mine, in his, in yours, in all, because they are honorees today, they are celebrating today.
Happy Mothers’ Day Mom!