Mom ... seemingly simple word ......

Alice Williams paintings

Mom ... seemingly simple word,

And how many there tenderness, affection, warmth.

The child babbles incoherently it,

Little hands outstretched, swollen from sleep

In sorrow and in joy we say,

That timid "Mama", the sharp - "Mother"

Sometimes in exile heart suddenly ask

Quite a strange mother called.

A house so often it hurts

Actions, attitudes, gestures we

Then away involuntarily recall

That has added to her gray hair.

And write on slips of school quickly

   Belated recognition of his guilt.

She reads them, blushing shyly,

And bitter tears visible wrinkles.

For a long time without a letter all the wrongs forgiven,

And here it is painfully nice to read:

"Thank you, my dear, FOR WHAT grow,

FOR WHAT YOU LOVE,

FOR WHAT YOU ARE !!! "

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