Our Mother

Our Mother © Ben Burton Who fixed the food upon your plate Who held your hand along life's way Who led your prayers, turned down your covers For lucky ones it was our mother Who suffered pain giving you birth Who wiped the tears when you were hurt Whose love was unlike any other For lucky ones it was our mother Who labored long without complaint Who most deserves the title 'Saint' Who shaped our minds, removed the clutter For lucky ones it was our mother They're different ages, colors, shapes And all deserve the highest praise Let each be called Queen of the May And to them all, a Happy Mother's Day