Thanks for loving me down through the years, For wiping my nose and drying my tears. When you corrected me you did it with love�?/FONT> You always pointed me towards God up above. When you caught me smoking you didn’t explode, You didn’t write me off or say hit the road. Instead you cried—I can still see those tears. It worked much better than if you’d boxed my ears. I remember you told me how much you had prayed. I felt so bad, thinking how I had strayed. I knew you would love me whether I smoked or not, But I still don’t smoke—I’m glad I got caught. So many lessons I learned at your knee. Just being near you made a much better me. I owe you more than I can ever repay As I think of the past on this Mother’s Day. You were always ‘Mom�? ‘Mother�?didn’t seem to fit. To me, ‘Mom�? had more meaning in it. I knew that you loved me and you’d always care, And when I’d get home I knew you’d be there. |