Mother, Mother

There are many nights when I sit down to cry

That I stay up late asking myself why

I know I am rude, I know I am crude

But all she does is forgive me and understands my mood

I push her aside and she lets things slide

But I know she feels shocked inside, and I hurt her more than hurt itself

I then come to realize that she is there to help me and to solve my problems

So we hug and the crying doubles

I've never comprehended that I took up her time

But now I know it's not such a crime

She has been there for me through thick and thin

But Until when, this will never end

I am proud for her to be my mother

I know there is no other

So lets celebrate this day

Better than any other way