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- It's hard to lose parents, I know. What do you miss most?
- Smile mom.

- Well, that survived: son, me dad called. You'll see, soon mom "mom" called.
- Yes? And as I call her now?
- As you like. And "nurse" and "mothers" and "friend", but not "mother".

Maybe, God, my faith is weak,
But wherever I was I remember these words
I'm sorry that I rarely say: "MOM, I LOVE YOU!"

Tell me Mama, how much is my life worth?
My life is drama, my soul rushes up.

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness, children sleep on them restful sleep.

I remember the smell of the dress when you lay the warmth of your hand, through all the sad songs I remember your voice. I'm sorry I can't talk...

Mothers do not regret.

At Christmas I especially miss my mother. But this year the longing is sharper because I need her advice. She made me cocoa and said that soon this black stripe pass.

Maybe all in vain,
There are no such ways...
A place for you
Only in the heart of mothers...

Even in the days when our childhood is already far away, mother leaves us the tenderness she no longer kisses us, our, may, before time faded the forehead does not bow to her knees, she lulls us with its song, but our soul always feels her love.

I'm trying to say that the word "mother," impatiently said Kate, just a little, tiny word, which is called every woman with a child, can not accommodate the description of all its duties.

- Here's me and mom!

- Sorry that I didn't have the courage not to fight and doubt everything his mother says. She reaches out, touches the spine of the books on the shelf and speaks: - it is a Pity that I have never - not once - failed to say Here. This is really good. Because I choose to.

The fact that a man raised by a single mother, married from birth.