hmmmm hmmm hmmm hmm hm

You'd come into my dreams, then leave with the light,

A soft voice calling me back from the night.

Oh mama, your hands shaped more than clay,

You gave me wings in your quiet way.

I held a bird you made from dough,

Its silence told what I didn't know.

That little bird still lives in me,

A gift you made so tenderly.

Papa said I was too small to see,

But I remember how you'd comfort me.

The flour-stained world that felt like home,

Is now a place I walk alone.

Oh mama, that bird still sings,

In broken toys and childhood things.

I clung to Papa, begged not to go,

To leave your side felt wrong, I know.

Tiny eyes would fill with rain,

But you'd smile through every pain.

Even when the cart rolled away,

And sister wept in white that day.

You stood so still, but your hands shook too,

How much you gave, I never knew.

I climbed the roof, and let tears fall slow,

Not loud—just enough for you to know.

She left with a veil and tear-stained face,

But your strength held the empty space.

Oh mama, that bird still flies,

Through silent rooms and lullabies.

The love you baked into that dough,

Still feeds the boy who won’t let go.

You visit me when no one's near,

That flour bird, your love sincere.

Oh mama…

Come back in dreams, just one more time,

And shape my world or give me a sign..

Oh mama..