I remember mama soft and sweetly she sang.
In my waking hours,
My little child's mind dreams of the songs she sang.
Longing for the snug safety of my covers.
Mama was there bright and early in the morning.
She would lift my day to joy as she danced about with her smile.
Would the dreams be but all for me?
As the smile would by my day,
I was mama's little girl.
I remember mama worked hard, I helped all I could.
But my dreams faded as I grew and life was hard.
The smile had left my side,
I was not a little girl any more.
Still I would always be mama's little girl.
I think of mama often now.
I learned to sing and share it still.
With all my little girls I would give the joy.
Always sing and try for more.
For the dreams have returned in the life I lead.
Joy every morning as the first light of day.
I would be mama in my little girl's eyes.
I think I'd see mama.
Her loving song waits to be remembered.
All that?s said and done is long past.
What leads us to this day is the remembering.
Of the light in our children as they lift up there eyes.
To see mama's smile and the song she has to give.
I would tell her still.
I?d sing her a song and tell her I care.
I would always hear mama.
Sing me a song mama.
I am still your little girl.
Always.
I love you.
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