It’s hard to remember,   A summer, or winter,   When she hasn’t been there for me.      A friend and companion,   I can always depend on,   My mother,   That’s who I need.      I’ve taken, for granted,   The seeds that she planted,   She’s always behind, everything.      A teacher, a seeker,   A both arms out reacher   My mother,   That’s who I need.      ‘Wish I could slow down,   The hands, of time,   Keep things the way,   They are,      If she said so,   ‘I would give her the world,   If I could…   I would.      ‘My love and my laughter,   From here ever after,’   Is all that she says,   That she needs.      My friend and companion,   I can always depend on,   My mother,   That’s who I mean.      My mother,   That’s who I need.      That’s who I need.