People come, people go
But for the ones that show
That they were meant to be
Apart of your life, you'll see
As the days go by
Though some stand the test of time
It's always the mothers
Not often the others
Who let you know
You are worth more than gold

Sometimes they fret
Rarely for no consequence
And sometimes give you hell for it
But in the end
They will always be your friend
Tell you what you need to know
Where you need to go
And how much you've grown
They always seem to show
When you don't know how to cope
How to be more than gold

Fathers are always good too
But it's the mothers who stand true
When you feel at your worst
To others a curse
She tells you the truth
That not even gold amounts too

How much she loves you...