Mother's Day as a day of anguish of the mother. Both pleasure and pain with tears flowing out. With joy to see the baby born out of this world. Knowing this, There are also often made her cry. In August of each year arrive. I knew I should do something good for the mother of a smile. But a young and shy. Dare not embraced. To kiss her again But bring flowers to pay homage to her mother and smiled shyly. It is hoped that there will be a time to gather courage. Foot fall into place once the day is not too late.