The third of May

The third of May A long time ago How can I forget the day I had to sing hurray To my beautiful baby twins Kissing their cheeks is all I could all day The scent of their tiny bodies blessed my soul The sound of their cry almost made me run mad But hugging them swallowed all worries Seeing them grow was the wonderful story to tell My neck grew long like that of the giraffe for pride Even though my neck was long I couldn’t see the future That on the same third of May I will be sleeping, Sleeping in the cold lonely dark grave Not able to see my beautiful baby girls grow, Glow and grow into beautiful young ladies Their happiness and greatness is my prayer from the eternal house. In memory of our beloved Mom