Careful hands touch my hair,

affectionate lips kiss my forehead.

I open my eyes in a vague recollection from the childhood

and meet your loving look, mum.

You woke me up with a warm voice in the cold morns,

you healed my child’s wounds,

you taught how to go along the difficult ways,

you enjoyed my small successes…

Now I wake my son up every morning,

I sing with him, I tell him tales,

I wipe his tears, I kiss his forehead

and I hope to be as good mother as you was, mum.