You watched me grow,
Listened to my every woe.
You loved me so much that words can't describe,
I won't take any brides,
Because you're my mother,
And you have me and my dad and brother,
We all have each other.
We are a happy triangle of love,
This goes for all mothers out there.
We all stand above us,
In our thoughts and prayers as well,
Apples or oranges? I could never compare.
You're not a fruit.
I'm the horn and your my flute.
I'm a stem and you're my bud.
The way you love me is in my blood,
Because I love you too,
Because of fond of you.
And you're fond of me.
It's mother's day, can't you see?