When in the classroom, we saw the images of several mothers and children, they were fascinated, as the slides went by they discovered things that all mothers do. -Look, my mother is like that! ... My mom also does this ... Do you want to know what they saw?
"My mother does this,too..."
“Mather has no limit,Is time without hour, light that does not fail,When wind blows, and rain falls, hidden velvet, in her old skin. Pure water, fine airPure thought. Is Life, is a momentDoesn´t have a age, Mother, in her grace, is eternity”
Carlos Drummond de Andrade,(Brasilian 20th century, poet)
…Kiss me! …
Mother…
…involves me tenderly!
Talk with me…
And lithens me too…
Feeds me…
Make me warm…
…When I am cold.
She protects me…
Rock me in her lap…
Watch over my sleep.
(Sometimes sleeps with me),
And when I have bad dreams, she embrace me until I sleep…