When I was but a child of three
I napped upon my mother’s knee
The time that I was turning five
Her stories made me feel alive
And as I reached the age of ten
She turned into my one best friend !
All through the years she held my hand
And showed me that life could be grand
When I arrived at sweet sixteen
She taught me how to be a queen !
Now I am old, I’ve lost my way
I wish I knew what she would say
I’d put myself into her place
If only I could see her face !