A woman whom I love...
Waits outside my bedroom door.
A woman whom I care for...
Is there when I am hurt, sad, or mad.
A woman whom I appreciate...
Honors me for the person I am inside.
A woman whom I fear...
Pushes and pushes if only for the better.
A woman who is thoughtful...
Thinks of others before she thinks of herself.
This woman is My Mom...
She cries when I cry...
She's mad when I'm mad...
She's hurt when I'm hurt...
And...
She's sad when I'm sad.
This woman is My Mom.