Mommy

Looking at your photo through the prism  of the oceans and the raging elements,
I recognize  myself,
Finding peace in your  eyes,as ships find refuge in   the harbor after a tiring race.
Eyelashes,like a fan,hide sadness ,where the days of life have passed,

Playing hide-and-seek with us,weaving  into everyday life,collecting mistakes in a circle,so that only mom can open the door of the maze with a note of service.
This  frequency of spiritual attachment conquered the ocean,
Turning everything unnecessary and eliminating  troubles  from the way,

Since mom is a talisman in which  a gift is hidden  that protects  the child  from pain.
Like an angel in the formation of the soul,
Your eyes protect the days with well of goodness,
Giving all your youth to what i will become as a result of our wayfaring.

And  every hair  of yours is a magic lamp thread,graying,carrying all desires.
An amazing  fairy tale ,laying the thread of life,
Removing all shades of happiness into a wonderful decoration of desires.
And,taking away tears,pain and failures,flashes,streams of tears on the body turn into folds of protection,

Taking away the days of your youth,outlining old age as a hoop from life ,
And preserving the notes of created love in a single hymn of life,
Keeping  the continuity of communication ,fulfilling  all secrets ans dreams.
And fading away  like a candle under the altar  of life,you again allow your light  to shine like a star on the Milky Way.