How I call you when I was little,
For you knew that I was very brittle.
Calling you for a task I cannot do,
And there you came to do so.
When you heard my little cries,
Running you was to give me a
sweet lullaby.
And when I stop to take a rest,
You did not leave me
But rather gave me much caress.
And now that I have left our loving abode,
to follow His voice on this very road.
I still remember you very ways of loving and caring for me.
And the only words I can say for you,
Thank you and I love you, Mom.
