World Full Of Fairy tales

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Written: © Maxima 
When I was little
I used to run after the clouds
Begging them to pour
Thick raindrops
Onto the path I ran on
So the dust wouldn’t lift
Under my feet
And I loved
Being bathed by the warm raindrops
Being soaking wet
And then coming to my mother
I would pretend I got caught up

She would take a towel
Wipe off my hair gently
And say
As many kisses on your cheek
As raindrops in your hair

Raindrops are made of love
Of the rainy clouds queen
Love for the world
And you, my little one
And let them drop
All over you
So I can give you
A bunch of kisses…
Then she would give me
A glass of fresh milk

My mother was both
My mother and my father
Her soul was a treasure trove
Full of fairy tales
She would tell me
When the night fell
She would run her fingers
Through my hair
Protecting me from the boogeyman

My mother was caring
Like all the mothers in the world
She had hands
With thousands of fingers
She was a woman
Like all the other women
Ordinary, yet
The glow in her eyes
When she said,
So many kisses on your sweet cheek…
And that’s what my mother was like.


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12 thoughts on “World Full Of Fairy tales

  1. Maxima February 15, 2015 at 09:36 Reply

    Thank you my friend ! With love maxima

  2. irinadim February 14, 2015 at 03:59 Reply

    What a wonderful tribute to your mother! A lovely mother she was.

  3. SuzyHazelwood February 13, 2015 at 21:17 Reply

    Aahh, how beautiful!!! We will never forget those loving days! 🙂

  4. stockdalewolfe February 13, 2015 at 14:34 Reply

    That’s simply beautiful! You had a very special mother!

  5. Pinay Unlimited February 13, 2015 at 11:55 Reply

    I love this. 🙂

  6. macjam47 February 13, 2015 at 10:54 Reply

    My dear friend, what a beautiful tribute to your mother. This was a very heartfelt piece, one of your best! Hugs!

  7. Linda Arthur Tejera February 13, 2015 at 01:58 Reply

    That is so very beautiful!

  8. 2embracethelight February 13, 2015 at 00:23 Reply

    Oh so beautiful

  9. Tania Tome M de Castro February 12, 2015 at 22:30 Reply

    Oh! I thrilled with this poetry. When you write about your mother, on all mothers, and the thousand fingers … I really I was touched.
    It’s beautiful your poetry Maxima.

  10. anotherday2paradise February 12, 2015 at 20:44 Reply

    So beautiful, Stefan.

  11. mondidascoprire February 12, 2015 at 20:17 Reply


  12. Morgan February 12, 2015 at 18:00 Reply

    So Beautiful!

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