She is a very gentle soul
One who's always there
I've known her for forever
She used to fix my hair
Her hands were always busy
She never sat, it seems
I wish I would have asked her
Her very special dreams.
She wasn't always Momma
She once was young and free
She took the time to have me
Gave me life, you see.
I'm sure she had her girlhood dreams
Of Princes, Castles, Love
That God would shine his light on her
And send him from above.
I'm sure she dreamed of dancing
In slippers made of glass
Or lying in a garden,
In sweet and perfumed grass.
Did she dream of teaching school
In scholarly rimmed glasses?
Or standing up, before the crowds,
And singing to the masses?
As her hands would wash my clothes
And cook my meals each day
Did she expect a thank you,
Something I did not say.
For momma just was always there
To put a ribbon in my hair
And there was never any doubt,
That I would ever go without.
She wore the same clothes
Day by day
Never quite in fashion
I always had new shoes and things,
For clothing was my passion.
There always was a roof for me
A shelter from the storm
The house was always cozy,
The house was always warm.
I took these things for granted
It was my right, it seems
And as I slept so soundly,
Did momma dream her dreams?
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