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[aid] => mick
[title] => I love my Mom
[time] => 2004-07-21 06:56:30
[hometext] => Still and once again , thank you ALL, for prayers for my mom. This is just who she is. And I still love her. God knows what will come.... I don´t...
[bodytext] => Childhood in poorness Not knowing what is love Marriage was whole silliness Of four only one child raised Donkeywork whole life For few money In cold winters, in hot summers Never at home staying Carried her pain on her shoulders Unless she fell down on the ground Never asked for help With her hands poised Days and nights in drunkenness Not perceiving world Accusation and swearwords To everyone handing out Spitted on your helping hand And never admitted anybody´s pain her one was always the worst Widow in the day When my son was born In her head merely and only Very dark clouds lived Betrayed you easily when you did not expect Helped to stand up When you lied on earth With her life Played evil´s cards Did she expect her sores Will be healed with sun rise? Such my Mom is, and still I honour her and love Such she is , and please God, You give her judge of life or death. Dětství v bídě, Lásky nepoznala Vdavky z hlouposti Ze čtyř jen jedno dítě vychovala Dřina otroka Pro pár peněz V zimě, v horku Doma nezůstala Bolest nesla na ramenou Dokud na zem nepadla Nikdy rukou napřaženou O pomoc nežádala Dny a noci opilství Nevnímaje svět Výčitky a nadávky Bohatě všem rozdávaje Plivala po rukou Jež nabízely pomoc Neuznala utrpení Které i jiní měli Vdovou v den Kdy mně syn se narodil V hlavě pouze jen Černočerný svět žil Podkopla ti nohy Když nejméně to čekals Pomohla zpátky Když padals Se svým životem Hrála karty ďáblovy Čekala snad, že rány Jako slunce vstání se obnoví? Taková je, a přesto a pořád Já ji ctím a umím milovat Taková je, a bože jen ty jí můžeš dát, Spravedlivý soud smrti a života. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Aika [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => czech [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 23 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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