They all would call her by her name,
but to me she was my mom.
And for all the years I've lived so far,
I'm thankful for what shes' done.
She bore and raised me truly,
since I was just a child.
And when sickness and health would hurt me,
she would comfort me all the while.
She brought me up so finely,
and now that I am grown.
I make my own decisions,
from the good things she had shown.
She'd give me some advice each day,
to help me on my way.
But when I left her family nest,
she would worry anyway.
And so I'm very proud to have,
a mother like I do.
For no other person that I know,
could ever be so true.
Now when I'm old and feeble,
and at her grave I stand.
I'll pray to God Almighty,
to treat her as best He can.

Cajun5