Whispered words from a misty past; sounds from times gone by,
speak to my heart and remind me of who I am and why.
When I fell you picked me up. When I cried you dried my tears.
When I felt things go bump in the night, you quieted my fears.
When I tried to run before I could walk, when I said things I'd regret,
you slowed me down, you hushed me, and what I did wrong, you'd forget.
Through my terrible times of trial, when I stumbled, when I fell,
you were always there, it was you whom I could tell.
But when my days were bright, when the sun shown only on me,
you were just a shadow, it was you I couldn't see.
But now as I look in the pool of life, in the shimmering water there,
the face that now looks back at me is the face of loving care.
It’s you I see Mom, always giving, always sharing.
Going without, that I might have, always for me, always caring.
There is no word that I can say, no phrase from a poet's pen.
But if the choice were yours, my prayer would be: You'd do it all over again.