Small Things

Dedicated to my mom. I miss you Mom… If I could play the guitar, I would string up a song, About the pain this broken heart is feeling, And I would make you sing along… Mamma I miss you, I miss those hugs you gave when I was blue. Mamma I miss you, I miss your smile that made me forget everything due. Mamma I miss you, I miss you, Every day, every single day. Waking up in the morning for your bed tea, Falling back to bed again, Being woken up by your voice chanting prayers, And even in my sleep I could say them with you. Who I am, Mamma I owe it you. Mamma I miss you, Every day, every single day. White suit, and your hair tied in a bun, You put your black coat on top, And you are on a run. I watch you go from the window And wait for you to come back home, Lunch is ready, but dinner’s yours, We make the perfect duo. I can laugh with you, I can cry with you, Like I can with my bestfriend. I have never hesitated in sharing anythin

Thinking well, I guess I never looked for beauty in my man. The only physical attribute that matters is his height. (I am vain that way). I have always looked up to a guy who didn't sit and whine, but grabbed at his life. Who didn't hesitate to do something about things that were wrong, who took charge, took control, who didn't let the obstacles in life put him down. And at the same time, who was sensitive and caring and wasn't ashamed of his mild nature. And yet who had pride and an anger to behold it. One who didn't hesitate to get on his knees when need be, but didn't do so all the time, who could be argued with, reasoned with and yet be called stubborn.  Just like Dad. But Mom's lucky....Dad's good looking too. ;-) The important thing is not for him to love me like crazy (or something like that) but to understand me, accept me for who I am and never want to change me.  That is my man.  Have I found him???