Each year as I grow older
In my memory's folder,

Quite a few things bring tears...
Mom... as I recall all your fears...

When I was a little girl,
I recall how you went like a whirl,

You took pride in my looks,
And gifted me lovely books,

At sixteen your watch on me was close,
Taught me things a girl shouldn't lose,

You taught me how to pray,
And that men do at times betray,

You listened to all my woes and dreams,
And bore with me when sometimes I did scream,

I always found your ways a bit too strict,
But I know now they were all to make me perfect,

Mom, now I know you are simply too special,
A mom myself now with chores as I tousle,

Mom, I wish I could get back to the start...
all over again...'cause I miss my days with you
deep within my heart...