Since you left I still bury my face into your clothes, in the same way that I used to do as a young child, losing myself between your breasts closing my eyes in pure ecstasies, absorbing the unique aroma of your skin, feeling the warmth of your embrace, lost in your smile.
You are still, my hero, as I feel your inner peace calming my spirit, teaching me... "love that is true has never died."
My heart bursting with pride rejoices in your memory, with gratitude that you were the one I called, Mama...
