I’VE FORGOTTEN HOW MY MOTHER’S FACE LOOKED

I’ve forgotten how my mother’s face looked
I’ve forgotten how my mother’s voice sounded
Let night-time be a blanket made of memories
Let me throw it over my black heart

I’ve forgotten how my mother laughed
I’ve forgotten how she was when she cried
Let life rock me in her arms
I am her tiny little son

I’ve forgotten how my mother’s hands were
I’ve forgotten how her eyes were when she gazed
Let the wind bring the scent of dry grass
While the rain falls ever so gently