Mom and Me...

There's love in this room, From a mother to a child, Shall I say from a mother to her son? There's hope in this room, From a mother's heart and her soul, That some day, She'll have a better life for herself and her son, There are days when this room Can feel as if it's getting smaller and smaller, Days when this room, Can feel colder and colder, A room, A room, Once a kitchen and is now a home, Walls, and walls, only one window in sight, With air barely coming through, On a sunny day, not a ray of sunlight, A room so small; an old one too, mud, water and some mortar, Is all for these walls,, A stack of cardboards and sponge, Makes it easy to sleep, kerosene lamp for some light, There's nothing much in this room, But, to say it's nothing but a kitchen, And Now a home for Mom and Me. . .