heart sounds flow from closed mouth
wrinkles at the corners of the mouth painted over with time
a mother’s caring eyes are sometimes a mystery
they send out the true love we know
strands of thin hair mixed
a silver veil over her forehead
from under the dark, delicate line of the eyebrows
tired eyelids look straight ahead
you are full of motherly concern as always
you tenderly hug your dear grandchildren
and today I look at you dear mother
fondly remembering your childhood
Poem by Zbigniew Roth
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