Your gentle touch on my face,
Always would warm up my heart,
You knew exactly my pace,
For me,you would always wait up.
I am lucky to be a mom, myself,
So, now I know what that look, meant
It's in the picture, on my shelf,
Where you show your love,unbent.
I love that I can love this way, too
And I'll make sure my kids know
Everyday I tell them”I love you
And my love for you will always grow!”
As I sing them our evening lullabies,
It transcends me, in a familiar place,
Everytime, my heart quickly realizes
These songs, I could never misplace.
I know them, ‘cause you sang them to me,
And they carry words of great love,
Unconditional and larger than the sea
A mom's love, like yours, adoring, thereof!