Poems / Mother Poems

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Now, Mother, for your mother\'s heart,
Which I neaizsniegt depth,
One small moment - the fates, hear -
Reverence head bent.
Listen, baby, with your child\'s ears -
Each dear mother\'s name is holy.
To this flexible and soft sounds
Lying in the call, the de
Oh, my dear māmulīt by himself now, I
Still looking at and where I dealt with at times given
There is singing a song that comes from the soul, -
Then, māmulīt, the little piece of you.
In your heart I feel peace again
How old day light hours, Mom!
And I think it would be something forever,
While nothing could not hurt.
you dear, dear mother,
I love you as none,
You are the fate of the more expensive
For sun and white day.

I come to you, thus coming
Is the fate of sorrow or of joy,
You belong to each dominated,
Is that important or some trivia.

You my dear, dear mother,
Most of all love you -
I am white living trackway:
You gave me your heart.
Like sniedziņš as winter looms,
You\'re so light and delicate.
Mummy dear, you say good morning
Pieglaužu and cheek to cheek.

You already know that in all ways to go;
I wonder where the accident occur?
Will mend, but still slightly
Again by reizītei happen. . .

\'m Not promising this morning, but the kisses,
Nice to have you this day,
Mummy dear, as good as you
Not any time in the world.
I love you, mom,
Love, love it!
\'ll Be great - even more
Love you.

Hands will reduce
Just around the neck!
I will be a big - month
Able to the sun.

Month of the shoes
Ear up to you,
The sun headscarf
Siešu around the head,

Initiated on the chest -
Stars to you all!
I love you, mom,
Love, love it!
Who smiles, the small one?
Mother, mother:
To greater happiness,
Life so magnificent.

Star - naksniņai,
The sun - dieniņai,
Small one mother -
Throughout his life.
gives you long hair snidzis
And the capability to pick roses.
But, Mother, - the longer you look inside you,
The more beautiful your shining face every day.
The mother child, with your child - mother:
There is no greater happiness? There is no other feeling,
Which is higher than the maternal glory,
Which is stronger than the mother would be feeling.
Well I want to be like a child with you, Mother,
Well I know life\'s happiness enjoyed -
For your love is nothing more sacred.
Children\'s regiments in each yard are the sources from which on all sides, flowing joy and life.
mother entered first sentences in the sides of the page, what we call the human destiny of the book, and at the two gates through which people enter the world and through which he pass, stands sad and joyful mother image.
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