For my Mother
Sus ojos un cafe claro
Del sol tiene Piel dorado
Her hair is dark con canas
Me encanta cuando llamas
Even as a scold or a grito que el caldo de papas esta listo
Es mi linda viejita chaparita
A proud single madre trabajando since she was catorce
Her manos tell a story
Full of scars and fresh work wounds
Siempre apendiente de sus hijos
Maria Mendoza
Eres la mas hermosa
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