I miss a mother:
Who would be there when she has to be
Who is not afraid of challenges,
But looks them in the eye and deal with them point-blank
Who is an epitome of a real woman.
I miss a mother:
Who would've also been a friend to me
Who would've told me that life's not what it's cracked-up to be
Thereby been my coach and referee
Whose words would've kept me safe and free.
I miss a mother:
Who would've made me a coat of many colours
And at least make my friends envy me
Who would've told me that I can be a survivor
And thus make the whole world sing my praise.
I miss a mother:
For whose sake I wouldn't have envied my friends
Whom I wouldn't have hated to come home to by the weekend
Whom no other woman alive can take her place
Whose song I would've loved more than those of the 'Women Of Faith.'
I miss a mother:
Who would've taught me to love my father
Who would've been a guide and a comforter
Who would've taught me to love my siblings
Whose love cannot be blown away by the wind.
I miss a mother:
Well, I thought I had one
But I'm sorry she's gone
I didn't represent her like a son
Because she thought I was a son of a gun.
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