Hey, mama, my heart aches,
Oh, mama, I made a big mistake.
Mama, such strength in your shoulder
Mama my child is born. Would you like to hold her?
A voice to solve when you are feeling low,
A shoulder to ease your tears that flow
In her arms the strength to ease your pain,
A heart to heart when your sunshine turns to rain.
Mama. So many questions, so many trials,
Though we only get them for a little while.
A most precious angel sent from God above,
There is nothing more precious than a mother’s love.
© Cynthia Clark