As the years pass and time moves,
I begin to understand, I begin to approve,
Of the days you gave, of the time you spent,
In raising me in the way to go, the way I went.
The Word gone out is not in vain,
It’s come back two fold again.
In the early hours and the late nights,
I hold my baby, in the dark, out of sight,
And think about the love you gave, seen and unseen,
And I thank you for the mother you’ve been.
