Mamma, I miss you.

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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 anything with you,
Except when I made a boyfriend.

Mamma I miss you,
Every day, every single day.

You have always been my home,
No matter where you are, I find my paradise right there with you.
And we fight, and I complain,
I can be angry and mean to you,
Because I know you will love me still the same,
The love, no one else can compare to.

Mamma I miss you, I miss you,
Every day, every single day.

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