author - "rosita marotz"

A MOTHER OF MINE.
ON SEPTEMBER NIGHT I LEFT YOU ONCE. ON SEPTEMBER MORNING I SAW THE LIGHT. AND AT THIS MOMENT I WILL NOT WASTE TO SEE YOUR SMILE AND SEE YOUR FACE. ITS LIKE A FEELING I CANNOT ERASE ALL THE MOMENTS WE SHARE AND ALL THE MOMENTS WE SPEND ALTHOUGH THE MOMENTS OF HAPPINESS I WONT LOSE YOU AGAIN. MOTHER I STILL MISS YOU TO THIS DAY