Mother's Sweet Words
A growing chick will always long to go and roam
To go adventuring under the big, gold dome
It curiously stares out to the horizon so far
Unreachable by plane or by boat or by car
The mother fears what is that can never be seen
Beyond the vast ocean or the hillsides so green
But glue cannot make the egg not hatch
For when it’s time to wake up, paste is no match
Mother means the best but it saddens her so
To have to, one day, watch her chickadees go
Watching their wings spread is sad but so proud
But she hopes they’ll survive with the skills she’s endowed
The chicks are maturing, so they know well enough
That the parting from mother is going to be tough
A day will come when the chicks will all learn to fly
They’ll ask mother for no tears and then bid her good-bye
They will remember their infantile days together
And know in their hearts they’re not departed forever
They soar knowing the wisdom of mother’s sweet words
Is what made them grow up into big, strong birds
To go adventuring under the big, gold dome
It curiously stares out to the horizon so far
Unreachable by plane or by boat or by car
The mother fears what is that can never be seen
Beyond the vast ocean or the hillsides so green
But glue cannot make the egg not hatch
For when it’s time to wake up, paste is no match
Mother means the best but it saddens her so
To have to, one day, watch her chickadees go
Watching their wings spread is sad but so proud
But she hopes they’ll survive with the skills she’s endowed
The chicks are maturing, so they know well enough
That the parting from mother is going to be tough
A day will come when the chicks will all learn to fly
They’ll ask mother for no tears and then bid her good-bye
They will remember their infantile days together
And know in their hearts they’re not departed forever
They soar knowing the wisdom of mother’s sweet words
Is what made them grow up into big, strong birds