Little girl, age of three,
fell off her bike and scraped her knee.
Mommy came into the scene,
cleaned her cut and patched her dream.
And so she rides on.

Little girl, age of ten,
was in a fight with her best friend.
Mommy came onto the set,
and told her baby not to fret.
And so she stays strong.

Little girl, age sixteen,
wasn’t deemed Homecoming queen.
Mommy came to save the day,
assured the ballot was switched anyway.
And so she smiles on.

Little girl, age twenty-one,
scared to know she’ll have a son.
Mommy came into her house,
told her she’d picked the perfect spouse.
And so she loves on.

Little girl, age twenty-four,
unsure of who she was anymore.
Mommy came into her room
and swept her doubt like the kitchen broom.
And so she continues on.

Little girl, age forty-two,
worried that her life was through.
Mommy rode with her in the car,
promised her death was off afar.
And so she drives on.

Little girl, age fifty-five,
realizes that her mom has died.
She brings back the memories of her mom
and knows she’d say that life goes on.
And so she goes on.