The voice of my heart!

TTO - "I had tears hid minutes for the innocent smile. Minutes I have had many sleepless nights sleep for me. Children should grow up to outstretched hands, her mother stood by the porch full menu driven rain. In each step, she would love forever etched sea immense sky. "
The deep question earnestly singing about his mother came from a small cafe on the quiet streets suddenly startled me. Saturday afternoon, I wandered on a familiar road leading to the inn, they were filled with the vague thinking. His friend was home from lunch but today I do not intend to. Then he woke lyrics heart, I quickly hurried to the inn cycling arrangements and home furnishings, the mother
Mother - that choked the voice so dear to strangers. Knowing how warm, how fun, how filled with joy the call contained in it. It is likely that she ever wrote about the subject is not new but it never gets old. And, since leaving the arms of love and care for his mother to study at a school away from home, I love her poignant and emotional depth rather than the family's homeland.
Two poems by Nguyen Duy in all nothing to remember the old mother to be haunted, tormented in my heart, "I take full human life / Just do not go out much his mother's lullaby."
Maternal love is love, is a caring, carrying mask, that coax the mother for child. From the fragrant fresh milk support the children grow up physically, to gentle lullabies fresh soul, for I grew up on a soul. Then "I eat my mother's hand cooked rice, boil the water you drink my arms" ... The noble sentiment, the love of the mother over medium high medium will naturally follow you throughout life. Motherhood enormous, sacred, high, immortal, infinite, no star can be paid off.
Mommy, I was too young to burn in her mother's love. Forever I can not "go all the few words she ru". New urban luxury home that you love feet. Never as now I need the sun to warm the heart, need a cold wind to see the necessity of a tightened arms.
Will be extremely happy if someone gave me a compass to not distract me, I see a flower, colorful life and I know choosing a color for yourself. Who will give me the map to portray the country is still much open? Where to find nuggets and flavor is not lost my home? Only the mother, yet she will give me all that!
In the life of every human being has many beautiful sentiment: respect for ancestors, the original compromise protection of the siblings together, the sad happy sharing the anger of his friends, there is also sweetness of bitterness mixed couples love. And more, more broadly feelings for the homeland, my roots.
But motherhood is a special place, sacred and most flesh and blood. The first face, a smile ... but first we encounter is the mother. Thus it would stick throughout our life. You are "cutting the mother's blood particle", is mothers have babies heavily to head over nine months. The joy, tears, pain mixed with happiness and poured into pieces when the store is born. Emotionally stable and eternal. Sentiment was also a motive force that has traveled the long way wide of the latter.
To me, a guy 17 years old, I was angry with her many times, many times I behaved or not the mother. It was the Sunday evening, the evening was at home, at home with his mother, the next morning I returned to the city to study.
Before going to bed, I told her to get up early tomorrow morning to buy food I eat early and go by bike. So I went to sleep and tomorrow morning will be sure he has good breakfast. Morning wake up it was quite late, I rushed personal hygiene and dressing. But breakfast is not that where (as of early Monday morning normal). My heart is uncomfortable and frustrating. Later, when his mother brought breakfast rush on it when I "stand out".
- The fast food and go on lest late! - My mother told.
I did not say that going steady cycling Mother does not take an hour. Along the way, my mother very angry. Both weeks I no longer remember what that interest in it. Until the last weeks later, I went home, my father pulled me out into the garden, gently said:
- Do you know the week before she had to work hard in the fields for new crops to have a bowl of rice for the children? I know that evening or at night while her children do not sleep? And do you know her mother had morning exhausted and collapsed by more than that is painful for him? Either I'm still hungry child care, child care school late!
Alas, perhaps as no one understood my feelings with me then. It seems someone hands squeezed my heart I do not breath. Everything around me seems to not exist. My heart is shaking in pain, regret deeply! Mom, if I say something they really want to apologize, the apology of a child made her very sad heart. I said to heart will never have a second.
I comprehend the heart, faith of her sacrifice, the children have to do to pay off the thanks of that great? No, we never afford what she did for us. As a child, a brilliant score 10 as the breeze brought her happiness. Growing up, I know thoughtful, caring mother was an educated heart. As an adult, I have a happy family, full enough to live in the mother was extremely satisfying.
Right, is just like that. Mama just has that! Yet still wandering children accidentally insensitive born with his intestines rupture. We considered the mother's loving care as a course, an obligation. Life is exciting daily hustle to make us run things absorbed far away and forget where mother. On Mother's Day, people buy her a gift and see which work great, but few know that she gave us so many wonderful gift all year round without any celebration.
The pupil as I live away from home sometimes overlooked or forgotten motherhood, her eyes watching our every step, the looked forward, looking forward, we believe in the mother. My buddies to have dirty clothes a month and bring her home for washing. There are almost forgotten about her phone calls about visiting parents, if not "financial trouble".
The fire as burning hot as summer is coming and chapped feet of the mother swam into the mud. Years hats mother took me to school in the cold numbness and return in the afternoon dusk light forever left in my memory.
The friend, short life, the Cao Ba Quat to say: "Three thousand six days a few thousand." So we take advantage of every moment that life for good. And in that moment, take the best moments, next to her most precious - the life force of our life. Never forget to heartless and then lose the intimacy but the meaning of life.
Mother, child away from home this year, I expect to leave school early to be on the new mothers, children help mother culture scammed! God grateful I even gave you a human mother, the child is receiving from her heart the love, the protection.
When I grow up forever, 17 years old, I feel somewhat new love of your mother. The dum eggs, bundles of vegetables, citrus fruits, rice ... weight - is how fresh all fleshy May his children's maternal great-chiu school.