Sing for me, bearer of infant chores
I want tunes from the taker of ancient curse
All of your deeds make me dance here and there
Song you don't sing melody i cant hear
That you lift not your mouth for
But where your body and soul comes forth
The greatest grieve you share
On your own with none of your pairs
Song you sang those days
I could remember it's such a great pain
Alone in the midst of the night
the cry of fate and tremendous frights
Pull you to life and i heard you miming
Songs and dance with accurate timing
Not drums, no chorus nor accompaniments
Passion in you brewed your musical moments
Courage that feeds your soul over the period of time
Conjured your songs to conquer beyond all dimes
This. is what it is because it's what you are
That earth goes high and elevate us to the stars
The breadth you take is caress in your lungs
The theme is your child's welfare not to run
Mummy, mammy, mama, mother... we call
Indeed, you sing uncommon songs
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The greatest grieve you share On your own with none of your pairs Song you sang those days I could remember it's such a great pain Alone in the midst of the night the cry of fate and tremendous frights.... liked these verses in your poem......... the uncommon songs that you remember of your loving mama. just fine a poem indeed dear poet. tony