In speechless communication,
Prayerful supplication,
Quiet meditation,
And immense imagination,
Since the day of my conception;
There she was, still with me!

As she counted months as weeks,
And many weeks as days,
Till her big belly finally shrinks,
Then on me would first shine sunny rays,
And a new breath of earth’s chilly breeze;
There she was, still with me!

When my big brown eyes first cried,
And in comfort my head on her lap was laid;
As my wailing voice she gently hushed,
When my fragile fingers in hers were curled,
And I in her warm arms safely played;
Even then she was, still with me!

When some things in life went wrong,
And some days got gloomy and long,
There she was – teaching me to be strong;
To stand out amidst the unfriendly throng;
And to tread life’s path with a cheerful song;
Oh, how my mother was there-still with me!

When hope is lost and friends are few,
With the love as fresh as morning dew,
The kindness and respect that is due,
With unending care unlike fading hue,
I’ll be there to help you through;
And I’ll be there to stay with you!

When you’re grown and old,
And need someone’s hand to hold,
I’ll be there with you standing bold,
With my love never growing cold,
And the trust that can never be sold,
Mother, I’ll be there, still with you!