My Mother, My Heart

Verse

I don’t need to share your blood to know you’re mine—

Twenty-seven years ahead, you’ve been my lifeline.

When I say “mother,” it’s your face that comes to be,

The one who holds my world so tenderly.

Chorus

You move through life like you were made to give—

Turning struggle into grace, making others live

With lighter steps, fuller hearts, content and free,

All while leading us to Him who set us free.

And always, always, you point us to her care—

Our Lady of the Poor, who watches everywhere.

Verse

I’ve seen you carry pain that would break most souls,

Walk through loss that empties and takes its toll.

I’ve watched you laugh until your eyes run bright,

Celebrate success with all your might.

And in those days that blend to gray and slow,

When monotony wraps tight and peace won’t show—

You still rise up, faithful through and through,

Because you know just what you’re called to do.

Verse

You tend to hands that need to work, hearts that need to heal,

Using every gift you have to make love real.

Your talents, every penny you can spare—

All offered up in love to God and Mary there.

You never let a chance pass by to give them praise,

To live the love that fills your days.

Bridge

When you speak, I feel the truth settle deep inside—

Your words are calm as morning tide,

Sincere as rain on thirsty ground,

Always building up, never pulling down.

And still you ask—“How can I do this better?”

“Tell me where I falter, help me be a blessing better.”

Humble as can be, you seek to learn and grow,

Only wanting goodness to overflow.

Verse

Virtue isn’t just a word you know—

It’s in how you treat each soul you show

Kindness to, how you live each single hour

With brotherly love that blooms like flowers.

Not one moment slips away unspent

Without you loving, giving, being heaven-sent.

Outro

You stop—really stop—to hear what’s in my heart,

You hold my worries like a work of art.

Your concern wraps ‘round me like warm wool,

Your love is something only heaven could pull

From such a soul as yours—so full, so wide,

You make me feel like I’m the only guide

You’ll ever need, yet you’re the one who leads—

My mother, my strength, all that I need.