Family, Writing

She is my mother

 

She is my mother, when she was young, beautiful and strong.

She is my mother, when she was old, disable and weak.

She is my mother, when she was alive.

She is my mother , when she is dead.

My eyes see her eyes, my ears hear her voice and my soul knows hers.

May God forgive you my mother!

May God replace every bit of your sufferings and pains in  this human life with endless pleasure in heaven!

You’ll always be in my heart.

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