I was imagining a radiant shimmer,
A fairy image of resplendence.
I was penetrating in cockles of the heart,
I thought amply to the generators,
Who,sucking in their town, are the actors,
Who consume with audacity and fervour,
And who assist us in body and in heart,
And divide with us pleasures and tears!
Mammy, this dowerred word of all heat,
What utters seraphim grandly,
As, does he rebound on the soul of parents,
I dream to our mothers without revealing orator,
Who were managing our shocks and our humours,
And with profound anxiety were acting all hour.
To cherubim, mothers concede much favors,
And sadden for their good fortuneand its flavors,
So,our bliss alleviates their pains.
Demonstrating an affable eugenics without shock,
They have a grand esteem in the living person of my heart!
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