Mom, your smile is like a ray of sunshine,
a warm embrace like a soft cloud.
Your words – the most beautiful song,
your heart – a sign of love.

When I grow up, it grows
Mom, slowly back,
until she becomes a grandmother
and comes to heaven with his grandchildren.
(Tone Pavček – How Mom Grows)

Thank you, mom, for everything you give me,
for laughter and comfort, for dreams and time.
You always shine like a light beside me,
you are my treasure, my eternal voice.

A mother grows from a mother
God willing, one day,
when she doesn't even know she's falling for it
the first snow on my hair.

Mom, your voice is like a song of spring,
your touch is gentler than a flower in the shade.
In your embrace my heart does not hurt,
because within him there is always love without limits.

A mother's heart is like the sky,
wide, deep, full of love.
All my dreams are hidden in it,
There is safety and a gentle hand in it.

When life throws me around too much,
when the storms rage too wildly,
Your embrace is a shelter and a safe place,
where tears turn into smiles.

You have magical powers, my mother,
You can drive away your worries with one look.
When you're with me, the world lights up,
It's easier to live near you.

Mom, it would be hard without you,
It's really nice to be with you and next to you.
Therefore, on your holiday, I say out loud,
“Mommy, it’s really nice to be with you!”
To this I add a well-known sentence,
"Mommy dear, I love you!"

There is no greater treasure in the world,
like your smile and your hug.
You are a gift that means to me,
that I am never alone in the world.

Without the sun, a flower doesn't bloom, but we can't live without our mothers. I thank the sun for the flower, and you, because you are my whole world!

If happiness had a name,
I would wear yours, dear mom.
The whole world lives in your heart,
There is bottomless tenderness in your gaze.

Gentle, sensitive, kind and sweet
You always were there for your family.
Maybe you will feel the flow of love now,
which pours abundantly from our hearts for you!

You shed a lot of blood and sweat,
when you gave birth to me in labor pains.
The only way I can say thank you is this,
to hold me tightly in your arms.

Good mothers give their children paints, brushes and canvas,
but they let them paint their own picture.
(P. Brown)

Mom knows when to hold me close,
A mother feels when her heart hurts.
Her hands always heal,
like the wind that dries tears.

Mom, you are my greatest treasure,
your voice is tenderness, your embrace is cold.
When the tears flow, you hold me close,
With you, Mom, the world is full of happiness.

Mother has two eyes to watch us,
two good hands to embrace us,
two lips to kiss us,
and one big good heart!
(Šeško F.)

Your hand nurtures me with love,
and only your smile makes me truly happy!

But I have a mother, a loving mother, I sing her a song, I bring her happiness. (Gustav Strniša)

Every mother is a real mother,
given for happiness and joy.
The real one. And the only one.
For life.
(Tone Pavcek)

Mommy is like the dawn, she smiles in the morning,
While still in bed, a child plays with dreams.
And that's why I never give up my mother,
I have only one mother in the whole wide world.

Mommy is like the moon, she stays awake for long nights,
May her child rest peacefully without worry.
And that's why I never give up my mother,
I have only one mother in the whole wide world.

Mommy is like the sun, her heart is golden
like a ray shining from the gates of heaven.
And that's why I never give up my mother,
I have only one mother in the whole wide world.

(Franz Neubauer)

Mom is alone,
The first joy is mother,
the first song of nina-nana,
first word: mom!

Let's give all the flowers to mom,
Let's give all the sunshine to mom,
the song that plays within us,
Come on, let's sing to mom:

Don't be left without a mother.
no one in the whole wide world,
Long live our mothers,
Moms – the most beautiful in the world!

(T. Pavček)

Moms must have three pairs of eyes...
One pair to see through closed doors.
Another couple to see back
and one couple in front to see the baby,
when something breaks him and they tell him without words:
It's okay, because I love you.

(Erma Bombeck)