Two people in my world,
Two people do not sleep.
Two who don't know what is fatigue,
The ones who are my life,all my life.
I call "daddy" one,
And the other "mom"
They are my world,
And they are only two!
Wake up in early dawn,
without any repose!
With signs of the years under the eyes,
Look at them like that, bitter ...
People with big hearts
And they carry me in their hands.
To your elderly wise faces,
"Thank you," with all my heart!
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