My Mom's Magic

My mom has special magic

That's gentle, kind, and true.

It's in the morning pancakes

She makes me, just for two.

It's in the way she fixes things -

A toy, a hurt, a fear.

She wipes away my teardrops

And makes my vision clear.

Her magic's in the bedtime songs

She softly sings to me,

And how she knows exactly what

I need her love to be.

It's not a trick with wands or spells,

It's stronger and it's deeper.

It's how her love's a cozy place,

A gentle, steady keeper.

So when I'm big, I'll always know

And surely not forget,

The greatest magic in the world

Is my own mom, you bet!