A Mother’s Pride

When your child’s feeling ill
His body hot, maybe a chill
Hold him in your arms real tight
Love him till you make it right

Our children are our own creation
made from love and procreation
teach them what is right and wrong 
and how to sing that special song

When our child is feeling sad 
When things all seem so very bad
We wrap our arms around real tight
Don’t be sad my little man, 
and tell them all will be alright 

When childhood is left behind
Our pride is something undenied 
All the years we loved and cared
and all the lovely times we shared

There’s nothing more so precious 
than love we cannot hide
There’s nothing more so precious 
than that thing called Mothers Pride