Mama, it's me,
I'm your youngest daughter.
Can't you see that; don't you know
who it is that loves you so?
You ask the others; they tell
you too, that I'm your baby,
I'm your Sue.
Why have you forgotten me?
I'm right beside you; can't you see?
Mama, please look into my eyes,
please know me some.
Please tell me you love me
and that you're glad I've come.

--October 1994