Sunday, April 3, 2011
momma
momma, please make me some tea
i'm getting sick, pull a blaket over me
your comforting hands on my cheek and my forehead
knows more than what any themometer ever said
momma, you were always there when i needed you
and somehow you always knew just what to do
when i was sick, you poured chicken soup in my bowl
when i was conflicted, you prayed for my soul
i can never repay, all that is due
just remember, that i'll always love you
just remember, that i'll always love you
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