It's hard to remember,

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,

The seeds that she's planted,

She's always behind, everything.



A teacher, a seeker,

A both arms out reacher

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 up the world,

If I could…

I would'.



‘My love and my laughter,

From here ever after,'

Is all that she says,

That she means.



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.