My Mother has come.
Now she has gone home.
I felt as though I was left alone.
Must imagine how one must feel.
When a love one has taken ill.
Jet black hair.
Chocolate complexion.
That was My Mother.
This is my lesson.
I love her so much.
Too many words to explain.
I will go on.
I will be sane.
My Mother has come.
Now she has gone home.
Forever in my heart.
Always on my mind.
She was My Mother.
I know.
Because, I am left behind.