IN BLACK LETTERS

As the midnight hour is close at hand;

Memories of my past,

Reflect who I am.

We have formed a family on this American land.

There's no regrets even if I could take back the time,

Because motherhood was a blessing I came to know.

All I have left from a beautiful memory,

The love I see in our children's eyes.

For them I would walk through

fire and die.

Don't need a palm reading by a fortune-teller,

To give me answers on why,

You and I are no longer written

in black letters.