Mother.
Dearest mother
weak and old
hair of silver
heart of gold.
I can't tell you
how I feel
somehow,someday
maybe I will.
If I could heal
your hurt and pain
and make it leave
like sun makes rain.
I'd do it now
and everyday
and give you pleasure
along the way.
But I can't do
these things I know
so I'll just love you
head to toe.
Keep you in my prayers
each night
and try to make your
dull days, bright.
If I could give you
things you lost
I'd give you more
I'd pay the cost.
What I guess
I'm trying to say
is I love you more
with each coming day.
There's nothing
in this world to me
to take the place
where you should be.
I wish the pain
you feel was mine
I love you mom
till the end of time.
Written By: Terry Allen Mosley.
Your' e visitor No.
