Can’t give a gift;
Can’t send you flowers;
But our love has lived;
Through happy hours.
Some hard times too;
Have come our way;
But we still have each other on Mother’s Day.
It seems sometimes that I can see;
Right inside her heart.
And feel what she is thinking;
And then the tears start;
It seems she is remembering a baby on her knees.
A little hand and tiny face;
That now has changed to me.
It seems she is remembering;
The day when I was four;
And the time when I got lost;
When she sent me to the store.
It seems she keeps a’thinking;
Of my first day of school;
And the little joke I played on her;
Then hollered “April Fool.”
She’s got her memories locked up now;
She thinks she’s kidding me;
She thinks I needed her more then.
But that could never be;
I need her still to care for me;
To worry when I’m lost;
To laugh at my attempted jokes;
And help me pay the costs.
I love her still;
Yet all the more;
It grows with each new day.
And she should never doubt it;
For it is her to stay.
And when I take a look in her heart;
And see that baby there;
I pray that I’ll turn out as she planned;
And that she will always care.
Words can’t express the meanings;
Of the things I’d like to say;
To a mother who has been grand to me in every sort of way.
To a mother who has gone without;
And forfeited all thru life;
Who has had so little pleasure during all her steady strife.
I’m tongue-tied when it comes to words;
I hope she will understand;
But I do not know what I’d ever do;
If she were not at hand.
To me she is my every thing;
Is there any more I could say?
To show her that I love her;
And that I worship “Mother’s Day”.