No such thing is the good old days,
Momma had eight hungry mouths to feed.
And she was married to brute.
Momma was hard-working and caring,
My hard-working mother,
I salute.
Children with patches on their trousers,
And their bare feet,
Momma would work hard to make ends meet.
They would have rice and fish to eat.
Momma would pray that Poppa wasn’t violent today and yesterday,
But Poppa thought that beating women is okay.
Our house is so unhappy there is never laughter.
Just tears, sadness and frightened scared children.
Then one sad day, Momma’ thirteen year old daughter passed away.
Momma never stopped crying.
She grieved forever more,
Even though she had another four.
Mama loves her children,
She loves them so very much,
We love our Momma,
We never forget her loving touch.
We love you forever, our great Momma.