Know how the poem, essay about her mother, talking about the most intimate feelings for the mother. Oh! Beloved mother of the child. No one writer, lyrics can match her mother's feelings. If there is a Mr. Tien out and give me one wish, I would wish that: "I will live forever on earth, always go with you and stand by my side forever." Had it come true, despite having to wait so long, then I remain hopeful wishes will come true dump.
Immense womb Pacific as effusive. Maternal love dearly like sweet gentle stream.
I do not know all the verses, the song is about my mother, but I still understand that, she's all. Maternal love is comparable to the Pacific, but in everyone's mind, she was cutting the vast Pacific, the vast, untouched him. I love you very much, more than the endless horizon not know where is the shore. And your feelings will never change, forever and forever.
Lactating mother often algae daily and hourly. Designs remember the mother is quietly put under the market to sell vegetables, then the new dark take me home. Or all the times she played with the cheerful, happy to know how much, is now only a memory. When children are older, I understood the joy in her, she had so many hardships, strenuous high forehead is written on high. And mother had suppressed for the water lost to be innocent smile, mischievous like all other children. Mother has shielded child to adulthood, grown child to look forward one day, children will be useful to society. Mommy! That day is not far away! I promised regardless of the mother's nurturing.
I know you thought I had forgotten a distant memory because I was a kid, but I never forget. Who taught me said first language is the mother, who took the first steps and the first step is the mother. Heating for the mother when the northeast monsoon overflow, cooling fan for the hot summer when spilled on, the memories are etched in the hearts of each. Fond mother's lullaby as stream, flowing like the wind fall, take me to the ancient fairy domain. Even until the eldest, she always stood by me; the children to school on the arduous journey. She is the sparkling sunshine to illuminate the road ahead is full of space, heating the baby through her difficult path.
I understand every step of the sentiments etched đểu earnest, gentle mother.
