Mother
Oh, mother, I am so blessed to born to you
Your voice was music to my ears,
The sound of your bangles while you were hard at work in the kitchen.
I always knew the food that was prepared by you was the best in the world.
Oh, mother, I miss the scent of you,
Oh, mother, I miss holding your hand.
Oh, mother, I miss sleeping on your lap.
Oh, mother, I have lost the will to live without you,
Oh, mother, who shall I impress now.
I know of sure, even if I travel all over the world, there is nobody that is going to love me as much as you.
©clyde
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