The life and times of yours and mine
Mothers young or old the love light shines
Days go by, then weeks and years
And through it all we shed some tears
A child is born or a loved one dies
We gather together with bleary eyes
We live, we laugh, we dance and sing
We celebrate the simple things
A school recital a game a play
A family reunion that lasts all day
Family is the root of the tree
Providing fruit, the shade we need
Family is there when others are not
Mother to mother ready or not
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