A mother
Holds on to her baby
She never lets it go.
As her husband is away
And the winds blow
She never lets go.
As she tucks her child away
She was here to stay.
As the child goes into a mild sleep
A mother is counting sheep.
As her husband goes and returns
She is always concerned.
As the child grow old so does the mother
A mother starts an old soul
As the husband grow old.
She never tells a soul.


And as her roots die and she is all alone
A mother never let go.
As her husband dies and she is alone
She never lets go.
As the mother turns into a grandmother
A mother never lets go.
And as the mother moves on into another place
She can never be replaced.
And as she is gone and never forgotten
A mother never lets go.
As her spirit has risen and she has seen what she has done and look upon her family creation and give little secret on how life should go.
The mother will never let go.