Oh Mother of Mine
There was a Lady in your life, when you were very small
That very special Lady, always gave her all
She wiped your tears; she stroked your head
As she kissed you goodnight and tucked you in bed.
She heard your prayers; she gave you her smile
You’d go to sleep in a very short while
She held your hand, she watched you grow
She said “You’re the Best”, and rightfully so
She bursts with pride, when she looks at your face
There’s no other child who could take your place
She never gets tired of loving you true
She’s one of a kind, for there are so few
She listens and listens to your tale of woe
She nods her head gently, for she understands so
Her wisdom is priceless, her memories keen
She loves her sweet child, her joys unforeseen
The years have gone by and you’ve grown so tall
You’re proud of that Lady, who gave you her all
Who is this woman, so stately and fine?
She’s your very best friend, Oh That Mother of Mine.
