when my cheeks are full <br />of the valleys made by the tear <br />and when my eyes are just gone <br />after my dreams that are not near <br />my mind would still not gone <br />with its memories and its fear <br />but time had to be later gone <br />and I, I might not be so dear <br /> <br />but before my mouth go mute <br />in the beginning of everything I do <br />shall I remember thy kind flute <br />in the trend of thy voice of the meadow <br />that reigned over the heart's bad and good <br />that lighted this dark body with some hue <br />so, all I can say in this simple note <br />is simply just, Mama, I love you<br /><br />Taher Shemaly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mama-4/
