a woman, a friend, a teacher, my mom.

Think that some time I was inside of her
sometimes I cried and kicked inside of her
and she with the same patience that outside,
supported the pain
that often also my mistakes gave to her too,
always taking care of me
since that first day

Her eyes continue being the same eyes that shine whenever they watch to me
like that day that saw me for the first time.
I am of her, because her I am here and everything I must her, and to my dad.
To form my family, the prettiest for my.
To accompany and to teach me.
To be her, my mother. Only, special.
She gave me the life and I give it for her.

She loves me, and how to not love her.