My Mother's Son

As I look at the days that are past At the squandered youth I knew would not last I think of the lessons taught to my family and me As we sat and we played at my mother’s knee She taught of love and beauty and song And how to serve others all our days long She cleaned and bandaged and kissed away our hurts She made us meals and blankets and fixed our shirts She taught us to cook and clean and to do our part And to share the lessons with in our heart To this woman what greater gift can I give? Than a memorial of the lessons that I can live And so when all of my days are done How glad to be known as my mother’s son