A boy's love for his mother
can be least described by words
she nourishes, he cherishes
whatever goes wrong
he's got his mother's arm
she gave her blood, flesh and soul
to say the least
but whatever she feeds
is surely a feast

Now the boy's all grown up
He learns his feelings towards her
He finds an affection for the first time
Their first smile, first cry, first fight
They split.....
He misses, he wishes, he remenisces...

Wedding bells, floral decorations
Oh yes our young boy is now a man
He has found solace in a woman
He plans, he demands
only happiness for his family
His worries are shared
His daughter writes a beautiful poem
for his loving dad

They grew old, their marriage
Had ink touching paper
Leading to two lives held forever
they fought through life
He lived through her death
Now he sits for the last time
With only his thoughts and laughs
Hoping to go through this once more
He sighs and takes his last breath of life