My Mother

It’s hard to remember
A summer or winter
When she hasn’t been there for me

A friend and companion
I can always depend on
My mother
That’s who I mean

I’ve taken for granted
seeds that she planted
She’s always behind every thing

A teacher a seeker
A both arms outreacher
My mother
That’s who I mean

Wish I could slow down
The hands of time
keep things the way they are
If she said so
I would give her the world
If I could… I would

My love and my laughter
From here ever after
Is all that she says that she needs

A friend and companion
I can always depend on
My mother
That’s who I mean
My mother
That’s who I mean… that’s who I mean