There's a dear little lady
     Her heart is so great,
The kind things she's done
     I can never relate.
Her hands do not tire
     Of doing for others;
To me she's the best
     In earth's army of Mothers.
          That's my Mother!

She always is ready
     Some kind word to say
When we criticize others
     On life's winding way.
For her pathway is paved
     With the flagstones of love,
And her courage and faith
     Surely come from above.
          That's my Mother!

And though I may owe her
     A debt I can't pay,
The accounts with our mothers
     Aren't settled that way.
She'd say, "Just help others
     You meet on the road,
And do what you can
     To lighten their load."
          That's my Mother!

Though her sight is now dim,
     And her hair is like snow,
I'll not see her equal
     Where ever I go.
For she keeps us together,
     And when we may roam,
We hasten back to her,
     She's waiting at home.
          That's my Mother!