So was I young or was I old when it clearly came to me
That this one woman sent by Him gave all that she could be
To raise a son as she believed would serve him well one day
As he would grow and wander through the mystery of life’s way
I am guessing if she’s honest, it was scary from the start
The wounded elbows, knees and hands, and bruises of the heart
The worry of a mother just begins as children grow
She prays that each child reaps the love into their lives she’s sowed
Seasons come and then they fade but memories oft stay clear
A mother’s touch, a gift, a tear; these thoughts are always near
Sometimes the path is dark and lonely thoughts might cloud the mind
But memories of the love once shared puts fear and doubt behind
The years slip by and so do words that often go unsaid
The thanks, the thoughts, the I love you get’s trapped in children’s heads
They want to tell their mother how intense their love they feel
But often push the words inside but nonetheless they’re real
So on this day each winding year the thoughts loom longer still
Does my mother really know just how her children feel
Oh really now, she has to know. I’m sure that must be right
But mothers don’t always have the strength her children feel she might
Well this year will be different as we start a new routine
You see my mom just has to know how much she’s meant to me
I wish her Happy Birthday but along with that I’ll add
She was the greatest mother that this son could ever have