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Sitting with my Mama

Sitting with mama
 Late at night
 Holding her hand
 Because soon
 She may die.
 Sitting with my mama
 Like she did me
 I was born with asthms
 Now do you see.
 Daddy and mama never
 Left my side.
 Now it my Turn
 To wait with her
 I say as I cry.
 Sitting with mama
 It the last thing I 
 Get to share.
 All the memorys
 Growing up so
 This may be the last
 Time I can show her
 I care.
 Sitting with mama
 So I sing her a lulaby
 Just like she did me
 As a baby when
 I was hungry 
 And cryed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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