This woman who is so familiar
She\'s looking at me with blue eyes, a little brighter than mine
Her bronze skin has always been sun kissed
Her toe rings and blond thin hair always made her our mother.
The words she has to say are sweet and well told,
\'Your mu bug\'
\'Your my sunshine\'
\'My sweet girl\'
\'Our breath\'
All the ways she refers to me to keep me close and sheltered by her.
At times though she\'s sick, bed bound with pains
At times though she proves to be such a bitter woman
At times though she shows this family her sadness
This woman I don\'t know
The story of her past I could not tell
She tries to tell me but I go deaf
I\'m not able, or rather, not wanting to listen.
So to me she stays as the woman who appears to be familiar
who shelters me with sweet words,
But also a woman I do not know,
She is my mother