The Green In Mom's Happy Eyes
Winter never looked cloudy and gloomy
when I recalled spring meadows
as green as mom's happy eyes;
days could have no sun in gelid January,
nights could have no gleaming stars,
and yet her smiles imparted many joys!
Isn't life without a mother: a moonless sky,
an ocean without salt, a land without trees?
Always exult, honor and love her, lucky one:
would the lonely orphans shed tons of tears,
and seek comfort when all ignore their cry?
I was the luckiest boy, never feeling alone!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
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