By JC de Paz
Mama, I always love to sing
That is why I’m always wondering
Where did I acquired this?
When you only sang once to me
According to my memories…
I know Papa sings too
Maybe from him
But not with you
I may never have the chance to hear
A second piece of
song or two
All I know t’ was the first and last from you
That first song will always be remembered
In my heart it is deeply rooted
Your own melody
That stumble me to sleep
It may be out of tune then
But to me, it is unequalled
And genuine
I love you Mama Ebing
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