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Goodbye Mother Dear
Mother, mother, mother dear,
Can you hold me close, can you hold me near?
Mother, mother, oh mother dear,
Will you listen, listen to my words of fear?
Can you hold me close, can you hold me near?
Mother, mother, oh mother dear,
Will you listen, listen to my words of fear?
Mother o' Mine
If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
Star Mother-In-Law
Some mother-in-laws are possessive;
Their child they still want to own.
My mother-in-law’s love is like sunlight;
On both of us it shone.
Their child they still want to own.
My mother-in-law’s love is like sunlight;
On both of us it shone.
A Sonnet for My Incomparable Mother
I often contemplate my childhood, Mom.
I am a mother now, and so I know
Hard work is mixed together with the fun;
You learned that when you raised me long ago.
I am a mother now, and so I know
Hard work is mixed together with the fun;
You learned that when you raised me long ago.
Everything Mom
How did you find the energy, Mom
To do all the things you did,
To be teacher, nurse and counselor
To me, when I was a kid.
To do all the things you did,
To be teacher, nurse and counselor
To me, when I was a kid.
Super Mom
Mom, you're a wonderful mother,
So gentle, yet so strong.
The many ways you show you care
Always make me feel I belong.
So gentle, yet so strong.
The many ways you show you care
Always make me feel I belong.
Another Note from Mom
I sprang from bed and bumped my head and stubbed my little toe,
then jammed my fingers turning down the blaring radio.
I rubbed my bumps and bruises as the weather lady said,
then jammed my fingers turning down the blaring radio.
I rubbed my bumps and bruises as the weather lady said,
To Mother
In the old Strauss waltz for the first time
We had listened to your quiet call,
Since then all the living things are alien
And the knocking of the clock consoles.
We had listened to your quiet call,
Since then all the living things are alien
And the knocking of the clock consoles.
To My Mother
You too, my mother, read my rhymes
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once more
The little feet along the floor.
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once more
The little feet along the floor.