The Lady I Never Knew

She was beautiful, loved by all She listened to their hearts And in love with her they did fall When they were troubled from the very start She never steered them wrong Always knowing exactly what to say To make things turn out right She had her special way When she died, the neighborhood came out Much comforting they did need How she had always helped them out Some called her a martyr indeed Who was she I thought to me This l lady of whom they speak I’m sure I never met her She never did those things for me I never had anyone to talk with Who would listen when I would pout How I wish I had a mother like her To help me sort things out A mother who would hold me Whenever I skinned my knee Or when I had a broken heart When other kids would tease on me How I wish that I could have a mother Like the lady that they speak Then my turn to greet her came When I saw her my knees grew weak There she was my mother, Dressed in all in blue Face made up and lying in a bed The mother I never knew.