Sometimes, I regret
for not treating you right,
Sometimes, I hate
the way you treat me,
Sometimes, I ponder
about the relationship you have
with her -
how is it? - Is it --
good?
bad?
Sometimes, I feel bad
for not coming to you-
shows my affections,
Sometimes, I am afraid
if that time would come --
when I regret
for not being affectionate,
This time, I hope
I'm not to late,
to say -
you are a mother,
my mother,
and a mother
so great.
