ON a cold winter’s night, tired sitting patiently by the warm fire,
Neat and tidy with everything in place,
In the dark the clear light of the flame illuminated your serene face.
Under the smile, the pain unseen was hiding as you held back your tear.
Your eyes limpid clear were reflecting that love sincere.
Your kind, sweet voice used to say: “Go to sleep, darling”,
With a warm, gentle kiss, with my heart full of joy,
That’s the way I fell asleep happy when I was a little boy.
Tucked up safe in the old bed, wrapped in sheets of calico,
I dreamed of sweets and toys.
But waking up in the morning, they had all sadly vanished away.
Comforting always, there was you to brighten my day.
The years go by but the happy memories I still treasure inside,
And that has left a warm flame in my heart,
That with time passing has not blown out, it is still alive.
At night time, in silence, I look out of my window.
The sky is full of stars beautiful and bright.
But they are very far.
Up there one shines more I see.
I believe that it is you still looking down on me.
The room is dark, it’s cold inside.
Though I light the fire yet it’s not the same,
No glow, more pallid is the flame.
I see the chair where you were sitting there.
The past is here, it has not vanished, that is clear.
The grief remains. I’m lonely with the pain.
With tears in my eyes again,
Sad, I fall asleep and call your name: ‘Mama’.
