Dear mother,
I'm going to write a story
about you here,
that hasn't been torn apart by time or entangled in a lie.
No matter how difficult,
you never stop being so loving.
You serve us tirelessly,
and with the utmost pride.
For a moment,
consider your fatigue as unutterable.
You carry on moving through the dense of thornbush.
I never wanted you to grow old and I never anticipated you would.
With love and good luck,
I always expected you to stay by my side.
You are my guardian angel, mending my hurts,
quenching my thirst for love.
I'll always love you, until then.
You are my heaven on earth.