W

ith us they laugh and with us they weep;

And when we're young rock us to sleep;

And all the things we ever had;

Through the good times and through the bad;

My Mother gave these things to me;

And made me what I came to be.



I

sit here on a summers day;

And remember how I used to play;

How she had the time for me;

In between her jobs all three;

How did she find the time to sleep;

With children jobs and house to keep;



A

nd now near forty  and much older;

I've grown wiser and much bolder;

And I don't forget who gave me the courage;

Because all the negatives she discouraged;

And from the slums to a flat in Chelsea;

Who made it happen? 'Was my mother Elsie.