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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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