Mother's scars
The heart of every mother has a scar Like the night clear sky is lighted by a star Every cry of her child leaves tiny scars reminding us a million of brightly beaming stars... Child's broken knees and bruises, fever, cough The scars are added as if never were enough... Without those marks moms have no hearts... Not just a few scars, dozens... Myriads Of countless sleepless nights... The very first offenses - small from the first sight With every new scar hotter is the mother's heart...Despite it all, she has a view: - Do not be scared, my love, I am with you. Meanwhile, her children are becoming grownups at once They come and go, they meet and bounce While comprehending bends of adult life, They struggle and strive... But still their moms are gathering their bigger scars... imprints of pain, they feel they know, but they cannot complain... This bond is like a miracle indeed A scar/a star is our every deed Mom will take half of pain - If she can, even more... I've never seen anything similar before If only needed, your mom is always there... This bond with anything you can't compare If it's important - she will take a breath, Without those scars her heart ain't beating in her chest...