Till nine months she hided me,
Inside her womb,fed me food,
And till her ninty guided me,
Discriminating the bad and good.

Till my two she made me talk,
Of her name and call my dad,
Before my four she made me walk,
I started kicking to all I had.

Till my five she taught to me,
The books and all,and how to play,
With someone else,and often she,
Laughed with me, made me gay.

Till my ten she holded me,
And defended me with maternity,
And till my twenty scolded me,
She loved me with all eternity.

Till my fifty, she guided me,
About my business,fed me bread,
After my death she hided me,
Inside her heart to end my tread.