ring ring was the phone;
to my ears i put to listen;
hallo i said,
yes there was her voice saying;
my son...my son how are doing?
fine i'm doing mom how are you doing?
for a some seconds she paused;
i asked once again;
her voice was never bold;
her moods was never cold;
she said life is life we have to live it;
i asked wether she's fine?
she said i had one thing i needed the most;
the son out of many sons;
th e one weapon against life;
the sacred one from my ancestors;
i love you a lot she said;
i said me too i love you mom;
she told me to be strong and never to be afraid;
i said here i stand, good bye she said;
as usual i said good bye too;
little did i know that never will i hear her voice;
i wept my eye to pain,yes my voice to pain;
unfortunately she is gone forever.