Mom

She wasn't born with a silver spoon, she had to find her own way.
For every choice we make in life, there's a price we have to pay.
And sometimes tho the cost was high, she made the sacrifice,
And the goodness and the grace she found are reflected in her eyes.
But God only knows the strength in my mother's soul,
She's traveled down a road or two that I would fear to go.
Somehow in this crazy world, she found a place to be,
And I pray to God there's a little of her in me.
Her reasons were not always clear, her perspective hard to define,
And I confess that there were times I thought she'd lost her mind.
But our lives are cut from many cloths, and the common threads hold true,
And the people that we laugh with, we've often wept along with too.
… We didn't always see eye to eye, we didn't always want to be
Hand in hand, heart to heart, in each other's company.
But as years go by, our differences all fade to black and white,
And maybe we're more similar than day and darkest night.
And God only knows the strength in my mother's soul,
She's traveled down a road or two that I would fear to go.
Somehow in this crazy world, she found a place to be,
And I pray to God there's a little of her in me.
Yes, I pray that Mom passed a little on down to me.


* de - november 2000