Mother you said I was born when it
snowed
That I could fit in a shoebox, that I was
delicate and small
That I followed you close, wherever you
would go
That I hid behind your skirt, when I was
scared to say hello
Mother you are an open book
with sacred words from which I took
And carried with me throughout my life
And in dark times, they have been
my light
Mother your hands are the softest I’ve
known
And comfort me when I need to come
home
You know who I am and you know where
I’ve been
And you love me the same no matter how
much you’ve seen.
– She Moves
