1616. OD\u0102 MAMEI
\nDumnezeu e Creatorul, ce a creat a fost perfect,
\nTot El a creat \u0219i mama, a creat-o chiar atent,
\nA \u0219tiut c\u0103 doar o mam\u0103 poate lumea \u00eenfrunta,
\nCu delicate\u021be mult\u0103, cu via\u021ba poate lupta.<\/p>\n
Are for\u021b\u0103 chiar c\u00e2t zece, de munc\u0103 nu se fere\u0219te,
\nEa trude\u0219te ca albina, ca furnica ea munce\u0219te,
\nDoar un z\u00e2mbet de \u00eei dai, mama este mul\u021bumit\u0103,
\n\u0218i c\u00e2nd casa este bine, mama este \u00eemplinit\u0103.<\/p>\n
Nu e art\u0103 ce ea face, \u00eens\u0103 ea este artist,
\nPune suflet \u00een ce face, un suflet prea altruist,
\nSe uit\u0103,, ades, pe d\u00e2nsa, nu conteaz\u0103 ce g\u00e2nde\u0219te,
\nEa cu fericirea ta, copilule, se hr\u0103ne\u0219te.<\/p>\n
Doar prive\u0219te al t\u0103u chip, pu\u021bin\u0103 expresivitate
\n\u00cei vorbe\u0219te a\u0219a bine, ea le \u0219tie chiar pe toate,
\nCu delicate\u021be fin\u0103 se retrage c\u00e2nd tu cre\u0219ti,
\nDar mereu este la p\u00e2nd\u0103, de greu s\u0103 nu te love\u0219ti.<\/p>\n
Am vrut s\u0103 spun o poveste, nu \u0219tiu de am reu\u0219it,
\n\u00cens\u0103 am vorbit de mame, de mama mea am vorbit,
\nEste o mam\u0103 perfect\u0103, are suflet de zei\u021b\u0103,
\nCa s\u0103 o cunoa\u0219ti mai bine n-ai nevoie de chei\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Nu e art\u0103-n poezie, \u00een vers este for\u021b\u0103 mult\u0103,
\nCu delicate\u021be scriu de a mea mam\u0103, tu ascult\u0103,
\nF\u0103 o od\u0103 mamei tale, mamele sunt senzuale,
\nSunt zei\u021be p\u0103m\u00e2nte\u0219ti, sunt fiin\u021be speciale.
\nEmilia Dinescu<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
1616. OD\u0102 MAMEI Dumnezeu e Creatorul, ce a creat a fost perfect, Tot El a creat \u0219i mama, a creat-o chiar atent, A \u0219tiut c\u0103 doar o mam\u0103 poate lumea \u00eenfrunta, Cu delicate\u021be mult\u0103, cu via\u021ba poate lupta. Are for\u021b\u0103 chiar c\u00e2t zece, de munc\u0103 nu se fere\u0219te, Ea trude\u0219te ca albina, ca furnica ea […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":47,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[134],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18313","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-generale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18313","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/47"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18313"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18313\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18314,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18313\/revisions\/18314"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18313"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18313"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18313"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}