Canzone di mia madre

She liked ducks,
felt scared of tidal waves.
She painted in her youth,
a Picasso hangs in a frame.

She sang opera and was invited
to Milan,
she chose my dad instead
and sang a different song.

A song of sadness at times
and also one of great joy.

She gave oranges and groceries
to strangers on the side of
the road.

She bought Christmas trees
for a homeless shelter,
gifts for all the children.

I used to ask her to write
checks to World Vision.
She always did.

She always supported me,
loved me, spoiled me,
believed in me.

Doesn't everyone deserve
a mother like that?

I sings her song, too.
A song for others,
and for myself.

O Mio Bambino Caro...