Gifts From My Mother

Boxes of greeting cards, millions of books
Some choice words of wisdom, and a few priceless looks
She’s got a spare Kleenex tucked up in her sleeve
A mint, or a Band-Aid, or whatever you need.

And when I grow up, I hope I will be
The kind of a mother, she’s been for me

She’s shy and she’s quiet, she’s nothin’ like me
No need for spotlights, she’s just happy to be
I love how her smile lights up her face
How she enters a room with beauty and grace

And when I grow up, I hope I will be
The kind of a mother, she’s been for me

She always knows, she’s always there
To offer a shoulder, or to say a few prayers
She gives without taking, she is patient and kind
She loves without limits, she loves for all time

And when I grow up, I hope I will be
The kind of a mother, she’s been for me
And when I grow up, I hope I will be
The kind of a mother, she’s been for me