In your youth, you may not understand But someday these words in time Will weigh more than ever before.
Take a moment to look into the eyes Of your mother. See her secrets, The quiet whispers that rest on her lips.
If you are lucky – she will unlock this place where you Are not tall enough to see over. Only she can decide What hush-hushes are hers.
If she stirs her heart for you to listen --- then listen These moments are more precious than stories Untold. Know she has invited you
To a place you may never Fully appreciate; part of something You may never understand. Know
That she has been to places, Experienced many things. She has lived in ways
That you may come to see her Differently. Understand her – more deeply. Love her More freely. For make no mistake,
Some day the gate will surely close. She will stand On the other side: wave good bye. Did you come to know – All there is to know?
She’ll be gone – and you left with questions That can no longer be answered. If you would Have only looked into
Her eyes. Gather those fortunate days When she will say: Come sit by my side, I have something to tell you.