MOM

I'll make you tea 

as you always said 

stay away from rain 

don't get wet 

shout on us when we play

ate ​​​​​sand with gay 

slattern, we were 

you bathe us till the next day 

your smile when we back from school

you exclude us amid those fools

take away all our worries 

let us play with tools 

when we grew up 

we made you dishes 

you always said you like them 

even when they're not likable. 

now God took you away from us 

we'll never get to hear your words 

your shouts and preaching 

with whom we will make fun of our relatives.

I left with regrets and insurmountable grief

can't wait to be there where you are. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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◄ Living in coffin

Wish me goodnight ►

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