Time has faded memories,
Of what mother's day meant to me.
So I write of my special mother,
That I see through her youngest three.
Each time that I am with them,
She's always on their minds.
A card or treat of candy,
A gift for her they must find.
She takes them to play soccer,
Their games are at the same time.
Back and forth she watches them,
In her presence they do fine.
Then it off to swimming,
She's three to see all three.
In their mind, they want to win,
Cause mother's watching me.
As I watch I listen,
I know to you they would say.
Mom each day is special,
Every-day is mother's day.
