Lyrics

Quietly, patiently
knotting my laces when I was three
teaching the tricks of life
how to ride a bike
how to choose a wife

The hottest day, her garden play
things come to life when she turns their way
Questions, table talk
The smile on her face
after a walk

She glides through my life
a word, a glance,
or sometimes silence
What would be my life
if she hadn't shown the way?

Teaching me, teasing me
always meaning more than I could see
Library books piled high
fearsome temper
if I told a lie

High school plays, college days
She guides me through this maze
Phone calls, holiday meals
Listening
Telling how she feels

She glides through my life
a word, a glance,
or sometimes silence
What would be my life
if she hadn't shown the way?

Giving in to children's whims
stretching dollars ever so thin
Video games and Bart the cat
"We shall see" and
"Let me think about that."

--bridge--
It's not to say that she's perfect
It's not to say that life's always been kind
But to say, that of all our Moms
She's mine

Quietly, patiently
knotting my laces when I was three
teaching the tricks of life
how to ride a bike
how to choose a wife