My Magical Mom
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...