My Mother
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My mother never spoke much-
she was too busy loving us.
Once in anger,
I pulled my mother's hair hard.
In pain, she immediately fainted.
When she woke up and opened her eyes-
she didn't speak.
She just smiled and kissed me sweet.
So much love she poured in my heart,
I still could not empty it.
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Painting: Pino Daeni
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