Mothers

La base d'un couple

2 May at 22:55 · 

If she cares
For you who remains his child
She knows you grew up.
She knows you live your life
She knows you created your own family.
She did the same thing years ago.
You know, we don't make it up in the garden of feelings.
We simply plant
We cultivate differently
And it's the eternal beginning....
But there was a time
Or we respected elders
Today often we forget them
We have so much to do
So we make up parties...
For example that of grandmothers
A little jonquille, and hop the tower is played
We did the right thing.
And from who
The great father has been deleted...
And Trade, of course, has taken possession of it.
And during the three hundred and sixty-four days
This mommy will worry about you
Will be happy for you when your life goes
Will talk about you with emotion in his voice
Will watch you grow up again with pride
Whether you're his oldest, or his little one
Will take you timidement in his arms
When she can
She takes care of the effusions
They forgot they'll always be his kids
Even if they're years old...
But it's all nothing....
Because children don't imagine the pain
That they can do sometimes
I don't want to.
And even if at no time
We don't doubt their love
We just don't need any more attention.
A call, a visit, a good morning
A simple I love you, a cuckoo....
It changes everything....
And then one day the line will be cut off.
And then one day the door will remain closed
And then one day there will be nothing but silence
Memories, photos, and absence....
That lack.....
Of a being that was everything to us...