DEAR MOTHER

On the day of plenty
On the day many died for scanty
Your comfort, you traded first
My happiness, you nurtured next

Before voyaging the land of taking
You'll comfort me at the bay of eating
Then at night
You'll dance that I might take that flight
Mother, even angels in their divine state
Wish to dine with the same plate

On the day of plenty
On the day many died for scanty
Your comfort, you traded first
My happiness you nurtured next