Mother's Love

I wish I'd written down the words to the songs
I sang to my childen when small.
I'd soothe all their fears and dry up their tears
With phrases I can't now recall.

I wish I'd had a chance to record them,
To play for them now when they're grown;
To remind them, if they have forgotten,
Of the love that they always have known.

Sometimes as your children grow older,
You forget to express how you care.
Though they seem to reject you,
Don't show they respect you,
Their need for your love is still there.

Just pretend they are little and helpless,
Like they were when you sang lullabies.
Use the words you used then
Though they're women and men.
Mother's love is not measured child-size.

By; Joyce 7/18/03