This is a very famous and beloved song in Spain. Its says that:
"She's much, much more than my friend. She seems more to me than myself, She warms me when I am cold. She picks me up when I fall down with pain. She does nothing more and nothing less than loving me exactly as I am. She accompanies me from afar giving me courage. That isn't love. That's much more than love. She's my mother - the woman that gave her own blood for me!! She gave birth to me without fear. She's my mother. She's the woman that accepted me without even knowing me and just seeing me, she adored me. That's much more than everything and that's much more than love. She knows where I am even if I am hiding. She lets me be who I am. She makes me shut up when she wants to say something and answers only when I want her to. And sometimes I think that I love her and other times, no. That's not love. That's much more than love. She's my mother; the woman who gave her own blood for me and gave birth to me without fear. She's my mother; that woman that accepted me without knowing me and just seeming me, adored me. That's much more than everything. That is much more than love . . . She's, she's my mother."
This song is posted in honor and memory of Mrs Jeanette Hodson, a beloved mother to four.
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