Father, my mother is gone
and I'm a child again.
I'm sad (and for good reason).
She gave me birth, she kindled faith.
She gave me roots and wings.
This precious saint who walked with You
first taught me how to sing.
She calmed my fears, affirmed my plans
and filled my heart with hope.
She prayed with me when all seemed lost
and I just couldn't cope.
They say you never can predict
how much you'll miss your mom
until you start to phone her
and then realize she's gone. (They're right!)
This one who flamed with love for You
(the light of my life) has passed.
Her present is my future.
She's at rest, with You, at last.