She never closed her eyes in sleep
'til we were all in bed,
on party nights 'til we came home
she often sat and read.
We little tho't about it then
when we were young and gay,
how much Mother worried when
we children were away.
We only knew she never slept when
we were out at night,
and that she waited just to know
we'd come home all right.
Why sometimes when we'd stay away
'til one or two or three,
it seemed to us that Mother heard
the turning of the key.
For always when we'd step inside
she'd call and we'd reply,
but we were all too young back then
to understand just why.
Until the last one had returned
she always kept a light,
for Mother couldn't sleep until
she kissed us all goodnight.

She had to fear the world might harm
the ones she loved the best,
and once she said "When you are
grown to women and men
perhaps I'll sleep the whole night thru.
I may be different then."

And so it seemed that night
and day we knew a Mother's care,
That always when we got back
home we'd find her waiting there.
Then came the night that we were
called together 'round her bed,
"The children all are with you now"
the kindly doctor said.
And in her eyes there gleamed
again that old time tender light,
That told us she had been waiting
Just to know we were all right.

Magical memories, a baby's small hand,
Outstanding moments, so precious and grand.
Tender and thoughtful, loving and kind,
Holding her child in body and mind.
Every mother is special, in her own way,
Remember your mother everyday.

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