My mum she was, kind and meek
In the wardrobe of my memories for her do I now seek
She is gone in the tomb
There she is carefree like in a mother's womb
Devoted she remained as long as she was alive
Indebted to her sweet tender care does my whole being thrive
Her face was my solace
She was my life's only Ace
Her shadow was my comfort
Crying on her shoulders was my only resort
Every morning she would wake me up like the cool morning breeze
In her lap all my fear would freeze
Hidden in a veil she used to work all day
From her God for us only she would pray
Where is she gone I wonder
My quest to see her again does not ever surrender
Like a beautiful flower was were pure face
My mind does not let it ever efface
Her ears were seats where all my secrets were poured
Bless her soul with peace Oh my Lord!
My mum she was, kind and meek
In the wardrobe of my memories for her do I now seek
She is gone in the tomb
There she is carefree like in a mother's womb
Devoted she remained as long as she was alive
Indebted to her sweet tender care does my whole being thrive
Her face was my solace
She was my life's only Ace
Her shadow was my comfort
Crying on her shoulders was my only resort
Every morning she would wake me up like the cool morning breeze
In her lap all my fear would freeze
Hidden in a veil she used to work all day
From her God for us only she would pray
Where is she gone I wonder
My quest to see her again does not ever surrender
Like a beautiful flower was were pure face
My mind does not let it ever efface
Her ears were seats where all my secrets were poured
Bless her soul with peace Oh my Lord!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bless her soul with peace. thanks.