Mother

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© Balfo
Mother

I think of how you carried me
In the winter of sixty-three
And how you labored all day and night
You went through hell to bring me to life

My mother raised me freely
Taught me how to choose
My mother raised me silly
Taught me how to lose

My mother now looks down from heaven
And I look up to her
I pray for one last chance to hold her
As long as I can remember

You put your life on hold
You put your dreams on pause
You never told a soul
How much your life had cost

We never had much money
She did what she could
There was laughter in the hallways
When the days were good

My mother now looks down from heaven
And I look up to her
I pray for one last chance to hold her
As long as I can remember

And I don\'t know how you did it
And I don\'t know why
But I know that I\'m grateful
You made those sacrifices

My mother was always there for all the children
As I sang the blues
All the friends and acquaintances
She was there for them too

She loved her flowers
Loved her little boy
She could cut the rug
Cut it all night long
And now I see her every time I close my eyes
That\'s why I had to write her this song