And so I welcome you my son
On this my Mother’s Day
A day to count my blessings
And to chase my fears away
Fears of living, loving, losing
And the price we all must pay.
Reeling off my moans and groans
Trying not to hear you sigh
Of how the cold affects my bones and money just seems to fly
And of how the world keeps changing
But I can’t keep up with why.
Bringing back those memories
Of when you were young and kind
Reeling off the stories, pulling all the ties that bind
For the young lack tact and patience
They consume life at full speed
Spurred on by ambition, by dreams and plans and greed.
There’s no time to do that now, and time just seems to fly
'Til hours become days, and days become weeks
And months and years pass by
I too was young and silly once
And could only do my best
So remember the times that we enjoyed
And don’t dwell on all the rest
Speak kindly of me to my grandchildren
And try to include me in things that you do
For the days at home seem oh so long
And it means so little to you
Remember you’ll grow old and lonely
And the hours that fly so fast
Can never be repeated
Once they fade into the past.
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