It’s hard to remember, A summer, or winter, When she hasn’t been there for me. A friend and companion, I can always depend on, My mother, That’s who I need. I’ve taken, for granted, The seeds that she planted, She’s always behind, everything. A teacher, a seeker, A both arms out reacher My mother, That’s who I need. ‘Wish I could slow down, The hands, of time, Keep things the way, They are, If she said so, ‘I would give her the world, If I could… I would. ‘My love and my laughter, From here ever after,’ Is all that she says, That she needs. My friend and companion, I can always depend on, My mother, That’s who I mean. My mother, That’s who I need. That’s who I need.