I remember the hands that tucked me in,
when the night was cold and windy.
With her soft voice she sang me a song,
while I fell asleep in her arms.
I remember the night was cold and windy,
when I heard my mother cried for the first time.
While I fell asleep in her arms,
of loneliness and in the darkness she cried.
I remember my mother cried every night,
her brown eyes filled with untouched tears
of loneliness and in the darkness she cried,
from so many tombs she had visited
of relatives that were so dear to her.
Copyright@2005 Michelle Carreiro
Enviado por Michelle Carreiro em 27/04/2005
Reeditado em 27/04/2005
Código do texto: T13376