I think my mother is a fairy

What to say about a mother,
Who has not been said,
Prayers and a thousand verses,
Again we write.

But it is for you, mamma,
That these words, tenderly,
Defile under my eyes,
Without truce, like a game;

And remember, Mother,
When we were children,
You painted our hair,
And wiped our eyes.

If sorrow and dismay come to
knock at you,
You let them in
Without ever grumbling;

And never did your face
show me tears
And life passing by,
Let your heart be without wrinkles;

Then tell me my mother,
What is your secret,
Give me clear ideas ...
Are you a fairy?

You gave me the day

You gave
me life,
And you gave me life, And rocked by your love
Run away
My childhood fears,
Fleeing my sadness,
On your mother's heart
Overflowing with tenderness!

Suspended to your smile,
I tried to grow
Gently,
To hold back the years,
And the time that pushed me
To the desired independence,
Never broke the bond
That binds my heart to yours!

You protected my childhood,
Sunny my adolescence,
You illuminate every day my existence

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