Mother.
When i was born,
it is not true my body is naked.
Unless wrapped you are full of blood folowing in my body.
When i was born,you dont show wailed,polgnant,an complained.but beasific smile engraved.
Hero,i call you.
Queen will not end.as the season,rates love as isolated.i don't undestand.rumble,
slice your heart,cz my naughty lies spoken by me.swear an immovable.
As your body killed by sympathetic until i realized,love it.
Why isn't tongue tied? This hand doesn't chained ? In fact,the frozen bodies ,if only to hurt you.
O . . Noble beings,
however,invisible to you.it's true.
Mother,
spirit of greatness in the sporttucked tough woman.
Mother,stains untouched spirit selfess love.
Mother,gentle spirit ,always hugging heart.
Mother ,
focus of every prayer.
Said beauty is always present in your mind.
Mother,
the first way as shown in my first shadow ,although in this transitory world .
For you,
my mother . .
By. Nurdiana Dewi
