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{Latest} Top Happy Mother’s Day Poems in Spanish

Spanish is the language of love and is the best language to express it. Ask Enrique Iglesias and the best singers of all Spanish native language. And the most important day ie Mother’s Day is a privilege that we should express our love for our mother in Spanish because this celebration is not limited beyond the fences and borders that is an expression of love, a wind affection for our mother “mother.” So, here are Top 5 Mothers Day or Mother’s Day poems in Spanish.

 

MIA MOTHER NOT CRY

 

I pray to you, fall on their knees
do not cry for me,
my love,
my sweet charm
not reduced to ashes offal
lacero heart that brokenness.
Rather lose their light my poor eyes,
if they are seen in the sad crying yours;
rain down on my chest thousand anger,
penaré with them but not both.
Just my rotten existence
sends a tenacious and strong pain
or cruel martyrdom, dear mother.
happier, not mourn, to have you,
that dying without your grief outside life
and living with your tears is death.

 

MY MOTHER

Oh, how those days are far
I’m singing joyful and pleasant,
playing with my black hair
slept in a soft lap me!
With that sweet rapture recojías
stammering passing sentence
which, being the first of my lips
You kept repeating with maternal pride!
Today that old age in grief,
breaks my beard white ermine,
and I contemplate life without charm,
remembering your heavenly affection,
my eyes tired springs crying,
because, thinking of you, I feel child
Gave a blow with a trembling hand
and sad about his venerated tomb;
and no one answered … I called in vain
because the mother of my love does not exist!
I called, and cold rule
said a voice was raised: If there!
Mothers never die … My son
from the grave I watch you sad …
Mothers never die!
If you leave the earthly shell,
up to God, spiral clouds …
The mother is immortal!

EL ROSARIO OF MY MOTHER

Of the memories of your sad legacy,
just keep it, oh mother!, your rosary,
accounts seem Calvary
in your life recorriste penalties.
Where you put your fingers to pray,
as one who prays to God before the shrine,
in my lonely hours of sick
I put the kisses you gave me.
His binoculars and dark glasses,
beaded necklace, pure and kisses,
make me sleep, beautiful circle.
And in my humble bed between coat
I think you sleep with me
with arms thrown around my neck.

A MOTHER

I would sing very loud lira
to this great woman author of life,
be that cute dreamy mind,
Flying to infinity the wounded soul.
Beside a bassinet surprises dawn,
looking so radiant that pink flowered
without ever showing fatigue per hour
delivered the child with love without measure.
At home and devoted wife,
planting seeds of love and tenderness;
with their offspring is always generous
and illusions cultivated with moderation.
Worketh willingly with her hands
to bring bread from afar;
is the support of all elderly
and inexhaustible source of advice.
Clad in love and patience
Face pain and sorrow;
by continuing the child in her passion.
That woman is distressed absent son,
man who has no fortune
for the sufferer when present,
by crying when in the cradle.
Al foolish heart hear nothing,
for I have been lost in oblivion,
she hears from afar when fighting
and patiently awaits his return.
How can we forget the moments of joy,
these songs sung to the moon,
his immense pleasure in goodies,
by paths with the pen scrawl.
Thank you Lord for this beautiful mother,
who taught the fear of your existence,
that illuminates my life as a star,
to follow the path to your presence.
MOTHER. (Sonnet)
Your first caresses, my mother,
that child, cheerful offered me
Love in the chest I keep a contention
bouquet of kisses that you gave me.
I love my pride distance
you brought those sweet tips.
I love the arrogance and audacity
scolding all you did to me.
Love in you the virginal purity,
the sweet softness of jasmine
and the only hope of my cry.
You are the embodiment of beauty,
the perfume of all the gardens
God and the song of infinity.

THOUGHTS

 

Mother taught me the way of life,
You were being a copy.
Wear your inside my wise words,
and your example of Goodness and Love
The words say, the heart is hiding,
the love a mother never hides.
The words are forgotten,
least hers are wise words,
that must be understood.
The nostalgia invades my being at times
I remember your eyes, the way you look.
the simple things that life has,
the way you taught me to grow.
I see it in your lap, so small and fragile
love your arms shelter with my skin,
I remember sleepless nights spent thousand,
why I love you and I carry in my being.
If you could see that sometimes when I’m really
Sad bird and would be reach you,
to curl up like as a child,
Mother’re example of endless love.
Life has given me grief and tears
and were always there and I did not emerge,
if river, you’ve always laughed with me,
and your smile you make me happy.
Sometimes he sollosante your feet
crying a toy or maybe a love.
and as always find comfort
cry me a ilucion.
So I love you and I bless you,
mother the greatest thing God has given me.
that keep you and fill you with glory,
I and you in my heart.
blessed mother seas … forever

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