Play with me Mommy. You played with me mommy. In my infancy and my youth. You played with me constantly with love and patience. Mommy play with me. As a teen we had our differences. But we played, we shopped for my Prom dress, we talked about boyfriends and shopped some more. Mommy played with me. I'm married now, oh mommy please play with me. It's getting so serious and complicated now. Brighten my day and dispell my worries. Play with me mommy? Play with me. My own daughter now brought into this world. My eyes swollen with tears as she and I play. Mommy dear? Can you hear? My prayers from here below. Mommy? Come play with us. Mommy, please come play? ~Author Michael Garland~           Music by T.J. Moir