I look and see my mother's face
but it's not my mother I see,
for I'm looking in the mirror
and the face I see is me.
I listen and hear my mother's voice
but it's not my mother I hear,
For I'm listening to the words I say
and they are words she said I fear.
I wonder how she'd see me now
and what she'd have to say?
I think she'd probably say to me.
'How'd you get this way? '
I'd know I'd reply 'Mama please,
I didn't have any choice.
'Cause everytime time I open my mouth
I still can hear your voice.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem