My Magical Mom

My mom becomes a child

When I visit after a long time.

Her week bones go so strong

As if nothing is wrong.

My mom becomes a child...

She would cook the best for me

All my favorite on the list.

The tea made by her 

Would give me jitter

As if the love she has filtered.

My mom becomes a child...

Together we would talk for hours

From neighbors, relatives and little wars.

We weave the best bond so far. 

Feeling ourselves fully in power.

My mom becomes a child...

The days with her fly like minutes

Taking a feel of Zenith.

The memories blanket we spin

For us the world we win.

My mom becomes a child...

And As the departure day unfold

I know she is said, but never told

Her breath is on hold

And the heart is cold...

Difficult to say Goodbye as all know.

My mom becomes a child...