Mom Withington

I wrote this song for Mom 2 years ago. From my perspective it was easy to write. Thanks to her, it's got staying power. Happy Mother's Day, Mom!

My Mother

My mother sighs at night
When she’s had a long day,
Out in the fray of children
She teaches at school.
Where the praise is great,
But the pay is minuscule.

My mother feeds the birds
Out in the yard,
Trying to guard their seeds
From squirrels…….and raccoons
(That can only be seen,
Under the light of the moon).

And she takes everything in stride,
And she never fails to provide.

My mother’s faith is strong,
So she followed my dad
Around the world and back
With the future undeclared,
Over rolling hills,
And through mountain air.

My mother loves her home.
Constantly moving around,
And changing the ground it stands on,
Though the hands on deck remain
Extensions of her love,
And forever the same.

And I’ve watched her along,
But I still cannot be that strong.

I was an only son
For a period,
But then
She brought me friends…….

3 friends.

My mother sighs at night
When she’s had a long day.
Still she will pray
For guidance and wisdom on her way.
And we all follow
Where her eyes are raised.