As is a scarf wrapped round to keep one warm in winter.
The bond between mother and child,
is that which the soil is to flowers.
A flower blooms only when there is enough sunshine and rain;
without it, a flower fades away,
like sand that sweeps across the desert.
The love that holds substances together is inevitable.
One needs touch and smell to feel warm inside;
and when this is not fulfilled,
one feels the sense of emptiness,
like dust particles that float in the air.
Raffaela Buonocore