When a child's eyes bloom up to her mother,
I feel the season of your love.

Rich and robust
An exploding love
Spills from the scene and comes alive.

With plans to touch every heart.

She is the most meaningful thing--
Her mother's love will grow and sing
And stitch the world
A quilt of love

And will it find some homeless soul,
And patch for it a little hole?

That always made a difference--
That always took me home.