Monday, June 13, 2011

Sweet Mama,
You’re indeed to me like manna
You are a priceless gem
Much more than a gem

Sweet Mama,
When I cannot do anything,
The gentle “rock” and “roll” of your wall
Makes me to feel tall
You brought me into the world
With the greatest pain in the world,
Yet you don’t stop taking the pain,
To take me through the pain
Without letting me feel the pain
For you’ve taken all the pain
You take it all in my place.

Sweet Mama,
In the sun, in the rain.
In the winter and summer
You’re always there for me.
On my little cradle bed,
You sit there watching out
Fearing not to lose me out.

Sweet Mama,
In the darkness of the night,
You remain sleepless all the night
Watching me to be alright.
Whenever I’m not in right,
You make me to feel alright.

Sweet Mama,
The last food in the house,
Which is meant for you to eat,
You gave me all of it to eat,
Yet you never tired of it.

Sweet mama,
Oh sweet mama.