Mother - revised

Written by: Ken Duddle

When all alone, quiet, and lost in thought, I smile for the at attention that I often sought I see again the times when I was young. Knowing if I was sad then you would come. You would dry teardrops that then would flow A soothing word and I'd forget my woe You were my bedside nurse on a restless night. I was consoled that you were not far from my sight. Your wrath confused me when I misbehaved, I now see love through your stormy rage. I never believed that I was ever wrong. But with your wise words I have grown Oh so strong. So when I think of you, Mother and friend, All regrets are over, all sorrows end.