Ciao (Goodbye)

Why won't I pronounce her name as if she could answer?
In her brilliant exile of no return journey;
Her voice still resonates from afar in my tender soul,
As if she still among us.
Her image is like a mountains that cannot be veiled by any fog,

Ciao mama

The fragrance of early morning breakfast,
That even awake the neighborhood is missed
And very unexplainable

Ciao mama

Today, we say goodbye.
Tomorrow many will forget
But we will not.

Your role of mother,
The super Shero,
The role model,
The strong queen.
Has left  uncleanable patterns in our life forever

Ciao mama

Your King is missing you
Your Prince and princes are missing you.

You, the fountain where we all drink out first milk of life,
We are waiting  for you.

ciao mama

Who will I run to when I sad or hurt?

Ciao my councilor
Ciao my my story teller
Ciao mama.
Ciao to all gone mothers.