Some strange flowers
towards my Mother
in my notebooks. . .
How beautiful!
That beautiful!
My teachers wrote
while, my Mother watched
with his celestial eyes.
With a grimace, complice,
I smiled in silence.
I hated the task. . .
draw those stupid
How much I love my Mother
that for me painted!
Lía Olga Herrera Soto
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