Tonight, I’d like to take my mother’s hand
Don’t replace my mother

Tomorrow and the day after
I’d want to remember my mother,

Don’t replace my her.

The next day and the following months
I’d like to keep her in my thoughts

Please don’t replace her.

I know that with time will come ease
When her image will not stay and will not leave

When I’ll take her out, dust her off, polish her up
And replace her in the recesses of my mind.

Although an indelible mark will never cease to exist, it will be
Like a permanent pacemaker which keeps me alive and so

Until tomorrow should bring me ease
Please don’t replace my mother.