I look into my mother eyes to see what she must see
And I am taken aback to see a part of me
I look into the mirror to see her chocolate skin
The dark and deepening brown eyes and the passion within

I look into my mother's heart and all I find is gold
A heart whose vigor never strays no matter how old
And I pray to follow those footsteps, to love so endlessly
For it's through my mother's golden heart God whispers to me

I wrap my hand 'round my mother's hand and feel her tightening grip
The one which acts as a net when on this tightrope of life I slip
And I see that she loves me and prays for me each and every night
Remembering the child she cradled in her arms, so tight

I look at my mother's hair, so neat, proper, and prim
Only to see the grey strands the hide deep within
And I am reminded that my mother is human and no more
That she is getting older, the woman I adore

And so I kiss my mother's cheek to see her serene smile
To let her know that she's done well in raising this foolish child
And with my ear pressed to the door, I hear her prayers to the Savior
So before I lie my head to sleep, I remember to return the favor