E 'touching when life decides to take away a mother. On the same day this has happened to my three best friends.
I remember in seventh grade, I cried reading a poem. Tears of tenderness and fear, I reappeared when it happens that a mother becomes an Angel.
That this poem you hugs.
And the last beat of a heart when
have brought down the wall of shadow
to take me, Mother, until the Lord
as once you give me your hand.
Kneeling, decisive,
will be a statue in front of the eternal, as already
saw you when you were still alive.
get up shaking the old arms, as when
spirasti
saying: My God, here I am.
possess me And only when forgiven,
you will want to look at.
Memories of me waited so long,
you in the eye and a quick sigh.
Mother - Ungaretti
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