Oh mother dear,

you’re gone now,

but I can’t help remembering,

the times you held me close,

or rocked me in your arms.

I loved you so,

dear mother.

And I waited too long to say it.

And now sickness has swept you,

from the realm of the living,

away from me,

and out of my life.

But I’ll keep you in my heart,

in the part reserved for you.

I beg you now,

mother,

to look from heaven,

to the earth below,

and hear me,

as I say,

I LOVE YOU.