"Lettre à ma mère" - by Richard Clayderman
I want to do this for my mother. This piece translated means 'Letter to my mother'. What can you say to your mother... no words suffice for what's in the heart. So many plans I had planned for her but God to my sadness had something else in mind. He took her away and just when I needed her most.... and just when the dreams were almost in my hands. So close -- almost there. But when it did come ... it came to an empty heart, an irreplaceable inconsolable void. Still is, always will be. My heart aches with her memory. Nope, don't need nor wait for a Mother's Day because each time she comes to my mind is a 'Mother's Day' to me. And that's for as long as life is.
