I picked the reddest apple from the tree, It was the finest one that I could see. I saved it all except a bite or two Just for you!
I carried home the groceries from the store. I wanted to be helpful with the chore. I put them all away except a few Just for you!
Someday I'll be grown up, too. And if I can, I'll grow up just like you.
I ate up all my lunch just like you said But I think there was a little too much bread, And so I left the crusts when I was through Just for you!
Some day I'll be grown up, too. And if I can, I'll grow up just like you.
Just one more thing before I go to bed And everything I have to say is said. There's something special that I want to do. Here's a kiss-just for you!
M-O-T-H-E-R (Theodore Morse and Horward Johnson)
When I was but a baby, Long before I learned to walk, While lying in my cradle, I would try my best to talk. It wasn't long before I spoke, And all the neighbors heard. My folks were very proud of me For "mother" was the word. Although I'll never lay a claim to fame, I'm satisfied to sing her lovely name: "M" is for the million things she gave me. "0" means only that she's growing old. "T" is for the tears she shed to save me. "H" is for her heart of purest gold. "E" is for her eyes, with love lights shining. "R" means right, and right she'll always be. Put them all together; they spell "mother," A word that means the world to me. "M" is for the mercy she possesses. "0" means that I owe her all I own. "T" is for her tender sweet caresses. "H" is for her hands that made a home. "E" means everything she's done to help me. "R" means real and regular, you see. Put them all together; they spell "mother," A word that means the world to me.