I've woken to the prayers of my mother
The tears of an aching woman
I've come back home to the clean clothes by my mother's hand
The back aches of a lady
I've smelt the aroma from my mother's kitchen
The burns of a young girl
Today I see the strands of her grey hair
The cracks in the sole of her feet
The scars on her body
That woman was once a girl
A girl full of dreams and hopes
And I wonder, did they ever come true?
Is her today the tomorrow she saw yesterday?
She has walked, warred and prayed,
So mere words are not nearly worthy of her praise.
For her labour has placed in my feeble palms power,
Mother, you've been my strength
My home and my hold
Today we celebrate you
Our souls chant your name
We've loved you, like you always have
Happy mother's day