The heart of every mother has a scar

Like the night clear sky is lighted by a star

Every cry of her child leaves tiny scars

reminding us a million of brightly beaming stars...

Child's broken knees and bruises, fever, cough

The scars are added as if never were enough...

Without those marks moms have no hearts...

Not just a few scars, dozens... Myriads

Of countless sleepless nights...

The very first offenses - small from the first sight

With every new scar hotter is the mother's heart...Despite it all, she has a view:

- Do not be scared, my love, I am with you.

Meanwhile, her children are becoming

grownups at once

They come and go, they meet and bounce

While comprehending bends of adult life,

They struggle and strive...

But still their moms

are gathering their bigger scars...

imprints of pain,

they feel they know,

but they cannot complain...

This bond is like a miracle indeed

A scar/a star is our every deed

Mom will take half of pain -

If she can, even more...

I've never seen anything similar before

If only needed, your mom is always there...

This bond with anything you can't compare

If it's important - she will take a breath,

Without those scars her heart ain't beating in her chest...