Taking Dinner To My Mother

It was her breast I suckled on Her lap that I gladly sat upon T'was her who banished all my fears The one who wiped away my tears Taught me right from wrong as a lad Made us a loving family with my dad Washed, fed us and dressed us well If things went wrong she didn't yell Made time for a game or to read us a book Sometimes she would let us help her cook Many good cooks around but there is no other Who compares with the cooking of my mother Home cooked meals are impossible to beat More mum puts on the plate, more you eat Whether she cooks cakes, fish, lamb or game There is no one around who can cook the same For years she fed me breakfast, lunch and dinner I enjoyed every meal because each was a winner I loved my meat, roasts and even my vegies too Nothing was better than mums three day old stew Mum and dad worked hard and we were never wealthy Thanks to mum's cooking we grew up strong and healthy Christmas time was fun, lots of food and plenty of cheer Women eating pudding and custard, men drinking beer Sadly though, all this will soon be a thing of the past Time goes by, nothing good in the world can ever last Mum's getting older now, slowing down a bit more each day Been about four years now since dear old dad passed away She won't be here forever, one day she will go to her Maker Hope its a few years yet though, before the angels take her I'm so busy these days, wish I had more to go and see her Really miss dear old mum, her kitchen and delightful aroma Never able to thank mum enough for being so loving and kind As we get older we wish some of the years we could rewind When she gets old and frail and needs to depend on another I'll enjoy preparing, cooking and taking dinner to my mother