WBU - Wodospad Niagara

I don't wish anyone such a tragedy that befell me
A mother who dies right before the holidays
Fourteenth, twelfth, two thousand twenty
I received the worst phone call in my life
And if that wasn't enough, it was on the twenty-fourth of December
On Christmas Eve, the funeral took place
It was a cursed year.

Dear mom, you were a benchmark of goodness to me
You were a woman who was resourceful and wise
You were strong and cheerful, even when it rained
I wish so much to see you and hug you once again
Today I know it's impossible, mom, there's no roadmap
You can fix a clock, but you can't turn back time
It hurts so much, it suffocates, it wears me out, my heart aches
No words can describe the pain I feel
You were always my sunshine, a spring swallow
You were not only a mother, but also a friend
You never turned away when I was in need
On the twenty-fourth of December, today at your funeral
Only sadness and tears, mom I am angry here
That it was you, who left my days
Today hope died, along with you, faith too
That I will still see my Niagara Falls here.

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They could've given you an Oscar for life here
There was always strength, humor, and faith in you
I miss you so much here, mom
Because you were my Niagara Falls.

You were like beautiful paintings, landscapes to me
Painted here by the greatest painters
Like velvet sky, golden sand on the beach
I remember and will never forget your face
Your smile, optimism, humor in difficult moments
Since I can remember, you were always an enemy of alcohol
That you're no longer here, I find it hard to accept
Fifty-eight years old, it's not an age to leave
You had plans and dreams, you could've done more
See your granddaughter grow up, you could've lived longer
What were you thinking when you were leaving, it's a mystery
I would cut off my hand for five more minutes of your life
Just to hug you, I would do so much for you
Mom, don't worry about me, because I have people by my side
Although it won't be the same anymore, your absence is a punishment
Today I write your portrait with Niagara Falls.

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They could've given you an Oscar for life here
There was always strength, humor, and faith in you
I miss you so much here, mom
Because you were my Niagara Falls.