Being A Mother


Being a mother…
That path that is sometimes taken,
that path that sometimes reaches you,
and that you, even as a companion, always walks.

That road full of efforts
of pains and struggles
but pregnant with joys,
with teachings.

That path that never ends
that path that bifurcates
that path that is shared …

That path
what will make you last
in joys
in customs
in wonderful memories

That road that will draw your smile
when life tries you
and with actions, you respond:
warrior
woman,
Mother.

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Professor in Mathematics and Computing. Specialist in Computer Science. Magister and Doctor in Educational Sciences, Planning. Announcer. Diploma in Creative Writing. He has ventured into music, theater, radio and television. Some of his works have been published in anthologies and magazines. He has received international awards in poetry, dramaturgy and narrative. In favor of writing, music, computing, mathematics and beauty.
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