today is mother’s day and even if i believe it to be a rather pathetic day (not because of moms, but of the way they’re are treated on this one day) i was thinking so hard of my mom today. because i love her. because her love, her understanding and her guidance have carried me above and beyond, to sweden, finland and ultimately back to austria. what i am, i owe to her.
My mother is a poem
I’ll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.
~Sharon Doubiago
i believe.