
My mother´s name
is Rose
and her perfume
has always delighted me.
My first child´s memory
is the smell and
the softness of
her lap.
Today she is ill,
very ill,
and, in case she´s
going away
forever,
I will always miss
her smell and softness.
In the end,
the love she feels for me
and the love I feel for her,
both will last
for ever!

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