I found a love, given for free.
I never really had to search,
She stood right there beside me
And waited at the end of every road.
She held my hand so I wouldn’t fall
And knelt to level her eyes with mine.
She stayed awake to rest my eyes.
I called her name, always first.
At times she could be hard,
Her angry eyes open wide,
Her lips pressed in a straight line,
And her face a dark red rose.
Her love is everywhere I go,
In my clothes she neatly folds
In her hands and heavenly food,
Even in her scolding voice.
Now, mother, just hold my hand.
I’ll lift you up as high as I can
And make you the crown on my head
For all the golden tears you’ve shed.