she is my mother

When I close my eyes

I see a picture

She is not any other

She is my mother

When I sit for prayer

In front my eyes, what appears....

She is not a stone goddess

She is my mother

When she feeds me

I feel as sweet as honey

When she tells a story

I always enrapture

When heat whimpers

From my eyes.

Falls down drops of tear

When I sleep in her lap

I feel that is heaven

Not any feel of terror

Where I am secure

At last I am cocksure

She is only goodness

She is not any other

She is my mother.