Delicate as the eyes
that looked on me with care,
or the hands whose soft touch
assured me you were there.
When I was a young and innocent child
alone and unwise of all the world,
you were there to guide me
as the time went on,as the mysteries unraveled.
You held me close
protected me from everyone.
You were there oh mother!
you did not run.
I am now not a baby in a cradle
yet you care for me still.
You expect nothing from me in return
and you kept no ill will.
The wounds that everyone's harsh words
on my heart and mind had carved
you cleaned them with your soul
you fill them with every moment you loved.
When I watched you pray,
Oh,how serene was your face!
and somehow calmness rushed into me
guiding me to comfort and solace.
When I put my head in your lap
and heard your soothing voice.
When I heard the wonderful words of love,
my heart within rejoiced.
I promise dear mother
not to forget those loving eyes
nor that delicate touch
for now its importance do I realize.
