Mothers are the place that
we call home.
On them we rest our heads
and close our eyes.
There's no one else who
grants the same soft peace,
Happiness, contentment,
sweet release,
Erasing nighttime tears
with lullabies,
Restoring the bright sun
that makes us bloom.
Mothers are the place where
love
Emerges from the earth,
And happiness rings out
like bells
In honor of our birth.
Mothers are the sun that
lights
For life our inner sky,
So we may know that we are
loved
And need not question why.
Mothers are the moon that
shines
Upon our black despair,
So even when we weep, we
know
That someone's always
there.
Whatever fear, or stress,
or pain
Might them to anger move,
We know that underneath the
storm
We have, always, their
love.
Mẹ ơi !
Hãy ngủ bình yên
Con không khát sữa
Khóc đêm nữa rồi
. . .
MẸ ƠI . . .
VỀ THĂM MẸ
