Bless My Mother
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O my Lord!
Bless my mother
With a life of cheer
Her badly wrinkled face
And terribly old age
Make me shiver with fear
Is some disaster near?
No, I can’t even imagine
To that bear
I implore
Kneeling before you
To grant her
A healthy and happy life
Want to see her face
As pretty as her soul
For she is the only one
That can deeply scroll
Into my feelings
And understand
Sorrows all
For me
She is the whole world
Her affectionate smile
Even for a while
Relaxes my anxieties
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