I would prefer to have this posted in a script font.

MOTHER

When all alone, quiet, and lost in thought,

I see again the times when I was young.

I smile for attention I often sought,

Knowing if I was sad then you would come.

You would dry the teardrops that then would flow,

Be my bedside nurse on a restless night.

A soothing word and I'd forget my woe,

Consoled that you were not far from my sight.

Your wrath confused me when I misbehaved,

Never believing I was ever wrong.

But now I see love through your stormy rage.

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.

When all alone, quiet, and lost in thought,

I see again the times when I was young.

I smile for attention I often sought,

Knowing if I was sad then you would come.

You would dry the teardrops that then would flow,

Be my bedside nurse on a restless night.

A soothing word and I'd forget my woe,

Consoled that you were not far from my sight.

Your wrath confused me when I misbehaved,

Never believing I was ever wrong.

But now I see love through your stormy rage.

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.