Which sea’s cry is not drowned in its silence, and which poem’s line can envision its color and love?

It is impossible to express in words the importance and sacrifice of a mother’s indispensable role in human life, every pen bows before the mother and accepts its defeat with a smile remaining in a vicious circle.

Mother is the heartbeat in the home; and without her, there seems to be no heartthrob.

Mother is life, the mother is breath, the mother is excitement; the blood flowing in the veins.
Sibling, sister, distant neighbor, close friend, the smiling face of the house, the only address to turn to in your sadness, truth, while shedding tears of conscience.

Mother, the pages of history are the extension of the letters of bright days and ages, as deep as the ocean. She is the prayer arising from flowing waters, the thyme in the mountains, a lush paradise in the forest!

Life without a mother is like a barren land. She is both an enslaved person and a lady in her own house, while her absence is the most severe punishment.

The mother carries her baby in her womb for 9 months. She is the ear, mouth, tongue, and mirror of the child in all kinds of problems from infancy to adulthood. She feeds her baby, she sings lullabies to them for hours; when they get sick, she waits for days at her children’s feet to see them back to health.

She is like a tree that bears fruit, she creates life from nothing! She is the shelter of love; the warmth of the sun that satiates hunger and illuminates the dark nights. Yes, a mother is her child’s first teacher as much as she is a mother. Like her own mother used to be for her too.

A mother’s love needs to be given unconditionally to establish trust and a firm foundation of emotional intimacy in a child’s life.
She is the only person who has no demands except for our best future.

A mother is what exists below God. For she offers unconditional love; love without measure. The labor of mothers while trying to raise their children cannot be compared with anything. For this reason, mothers are equated with heaven.
These verses are my gift to all our mothers who have lived and are living in this universe.

Caroline Laurent Turunc
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