Her last breath she took
her last moments i have in my mind yet who told you i dont know her personally
she is my mother and it was the last day i saw her but left memories
he beautiful smile
her breast that fed me with milk to be the man i am its because of her milked foundation well the last day i saw her i dont remember but i know she existed in my life and still does in my mind
dead or alive i know deep down she is the reason i am where i am because she is alive in me and if she wasnt then no memory of her was going to live but i that live know that a part of her is alive
The last day i saw her i cannot remember but i have memories
My cries i still have dreams of
the stress i caused i dream of
the love i have for her is a dream of a reality
Her memories
pain it causes
loughter it causes
love it causes
peace it brings
oh i know she is alive in me otherwise id be dead too
the last day i saw her left memories even though i visit her grave
shes not there i know but to know where i once saw her memory
The last day i saw her but left memories is today because i know her design was included in my image.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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