Thanksgiving mother's day poem on March 8

Many years have passed, and you are still with me, but I haven't grown up yet.

Mom has never been able to find her own direction. How can I thank you?

Every time I see your endless concern and deep eyes, how long do I have to go?

Do you know how scared I am? Mom, what can I give you in return?

Postscript: The smile in the dream is the smile from the heart, the helplessness in the dream, our deepest yearning and the love of the most precious parents in the world.

Why aren't children sad that they haven't been rewarded? When one day the light disappears and I see your panic, can you feel my fragility and fragility?

That road

Let's go back and forth

There are many bends and bends.

Mom took my hand.

I hid behind her.

those years

We are still very young.

Mom's left hand

Leading life

Take our right hand.

That road

Let's go back and forth

There are many bends and bends.

Every storm.

Can't stop our progress.

Mom went behind my back.

I hid behind my mother.

Mom went behind my back.

Over the years.