I want to thank you for the joy
that you have given me,
and for the nine months
you've carried me. Oh Mommy! You have meant
I'm glad I have the gift to write,
So you can see it with your sight,
And I'm sorry she's not with you in the flesh,
but keep praying for the very best. I hope someday you all will meet again,
When night falls,
and I have nothing to eat.
How can a boy like me...
stand on my feet? Mom worked hard