Mamma

The first cry

Reaching up the sky

Was never heard by me

The Mamma

It made us cry 

I find you shy 

Lost in your own

World, while ours were dry

We kept our try

Visiting doctors and wishing

Them bye, but your senses

Kept lurking by

There were children around 

Full of vigor and sound 

But you kept mum and 

Often grunted aloud

We were judged 

We were advised 

And stealthily laughed 

At, at our strange guy

Still, we held on 

Kept our spirits 

And moved on 

And here you are

Pretty much the same 

But the fact is that you 

Sharing our name 

Braces us for our future fights

Which with only your support 

Can be a triumphant flight.