Mama's Love

Little baby, lying in mama's arms Tell us how diff'rent her affection is (Especially to those made deaf In the arms of insolence) Tell us that every word from her tongue Is a berceuse, making you sleep On the cradle of boon Not on the hammock of bane Tell us that every touch made by her hand Is a panacea, making your withering hope Prolong its life Making your dim future a golden sunrise Tell us that her every kiss Wipes your tears away And her every hug Brings you warmth and joy every day