As mother’s
day approaches, I think we feel the weight
Of loss of
someone wonderful, whom we should celebrate.
She is not
here to talk to, or to give her some nice flowers
Or sit with her and visit, and while away the hours.
Perhaps we can remember, that she’d usher us to church
Perhaps we can remember, that she’d usher us to church
And then maybe we'd go back home, she didn’t like to splurge.
I’d make
something for dinner, and we’d sit down to eat
And say nice
things for ‘mother’, and tell her she was sweet.
She really
did appreciate, the time together she’d get
Perhaps we’d
be in Lund, getting the store all set.
We’d help
set out the books and things, and set up the displays,
She loved
you all for being there, she did love you always.
This mother’s
day I think that I, can try say one thing:
Your mother always
loved you, not just one day in Spring.
If she could
speak she’d tell you that, and say that she would pray
For all of
you, and also that, she'll wait for you some day.
Oh how it
would be nice, if we could go to way back when
And say more
things we should have said, and say them all again.
Perhaps somehow she’s listening, and watching
from aboveSo we can still give up our thanks, and for our mom, our love.
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