Mother

“I see her sitting with her enveloping and maternal gaze bravely supporting those 100 years that weigh her more every day …
Son, did you eat? are you good? You’re skinny son, feed yourself better …
She, who must be fed …
She, who hardly breathes …
She, who almost crawls when she walks..
She, the one who gave me everything …
….. with an immense soul like the sea …
..with a warm heart like the sun ….
… with a tender touch like an angelic whisper …..
… she only has in her pupils … an infinite love …
..for me … for everyone ..
I love you mom!”

Any word is short …
Any statement is poor …
Any writing is banal ….
… to understand the dimension of a real mother