Now mummy feels like a little girl.
She puts on a new fairness cream.
Now mummy puts on open dress
Casting off a darkness of old faith.
Little girl who could hear no love
In mummy’s drowning darkness,
Can now hear bird cries of dawn
With nothing left to imagination.
Little girl can hear mummy’s love
For dad who loves little girl more.
Little girl can hear darkness gone
Like a dark night leaving at dawn.
As little girl puts on a hearing aid,
She hears mummy’s coo at dawn.