She is for some . . . a memory
A dream in black and white
You will recall her loving touch
Her whispers of the night
~ In you she lives ~
Her heart was in her fingertips
Inspiring childhood dreams
And in her silent eyes . . . a kiss
For you she longed to be
Her touch will never leave you far
Recalling all your days
Her spirit echoes o're again
She taught you how to pray
~ In you she lives ~
And when her eyes are gently closed
She sees you still the same
For her touch is close inside you
She prayed your days of rain
She knew that time was passing by
And the path of life brings much
So were the tears your Mother cried
To instill her loving touch
~ In you she lives ~