A mother’s heart remembers well
What a son will never know,
Her love for him starts in the womb,
And from there begins to grow.
By the time he is old enough
To have memories of his own,
Hers are far more plenty,
Her collection as he’s grown.

A mother’s heart remembers
While birthdays come and go,
She Watches as her son grows up,
And her mixed emotions show.
For he has come to back and forth,
The age of in-between,
Back to childhood needs he has
And forth to age thirteen.

A mother’s heart shares his journey
Through the good times and the bad,
It is pinned with life’s medals
Of achievements he has had
One day she’s looking at her son
And wonders how it could be
That he has grown before her eyes,
And changed so suddenly.