This is my mam,  is how she was

when she was young, a beauty las


If she had lived untill today

we’d have a feast,  a special way

on her 95th ,  birthday


But she’s not here,  she’s long long gone

her grave still clear,  for ever here


she took her secrets in her grave

she burned her diaries,  was it brave?

don’t know the questions in my mind

So answers will I never find


She was my Mam,  I love her dear

The grieve still big,  35 years

Untill I die,  I will shed tears


Knew her so brief, o dear o dear!

Solong, Solong






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