Mom

The year was nineteen fifty The century half gone The first time that I met her The lady I call Mom My sister just turned two years old About six months before And they said the way she loved us two There would probably be more Well they were right Two brothers first Two sisters joined us too Mom said that six was quite enough Won't be no more, I'm through But life's not always easy She raised us all alone I never once heard her complain She gave us all a home Now the Autumn of her life has come And for us she's still there To help us trough the hard times And to show us she still cares When her time on Earth is over And her days with us are gone Lord, give my share of heaven To the lady I call Mom