They hold us, with such tenderness.
They rock us, in our troubled times,
And hug us just to say. "you're mine."
These arms, that wrap us warm and tight.
These arms, that comfort in the night.
A mother's arms, a blessed sight.
These arms that hug with all their might.
These arms that say, "I love you child."
These arms, that keep us calm and mild.
A mother's arms, an angels child.
My mother's arms, are gone away.
But, I remember them, like yesterday.
My mother's arms.
BC, Canada
