Donia Benita

your hands,a farmer's harsh life
your rashness, an abused wife
your determination, a hard childhood,
your love, an ambilical to god
your warmth, the fire of the sun
your kindness, humble form when your life begun
your smile, a world assured

your smell, comfort, like a fire place in winter
your culinary inclination, my hearts delight
your scones, tickle my bones
your health craze, i miss those days
your herbal medicines, practice inherited to me
All your books, i now read with good intent
your caring tenderness, brings me true contentment
your eyes, tell stories age old
your voice, lightens my spirit
your clean linen, blue skies, bright sun, wind and washing powder
your harsh manner of brushing my hair, brings a smile to my face
Our singing, couldnt make me more happy
your guitar keeps me reminising and
your teachings, echco in my ears
Mamma i thank you for all those wonderfull years

(i wish you home very soon, so we can once again
sing to our hearts delight, and i promise we will not fight)