Well son, I have to tell,
Yesterday, I fell,
For you,I could not yell,
Across the ocean you dwell.
On the floor I lay,
For help I pray,
The maid, she gone away,
I could not call you anyway,
Across the ocean you stay.
Arthritis hurting my bones,
Nobody hears my moans,
I cannot tell you, my own,
For I hurt when I hold the phone.
One time my diabetes shoot up,
Doc says,"Lady, what's up?"
Too much sugar or stress,
Better take it easy and rest.
I smile and keep mum,
I can't tell him,my son I miss some,
To mama he can't come,
For he stay far from my home.
Son, you gonna know,
Mama love you so,
Visit mama once,
Over the ocean,hasten,cover the distance.
