She opens up my bedroom door
She's waking me up soon.
"I'm turning on the lights" she warns,
It's the little things that you do.

She is the one that starts my day...
My dear Mom.
My comforter, my friend forever
When life's right or wrong
She is also my laughter
Yet my shoulder to cry on

All out of gas no place to go,
She knows just what I'll say.
She turns and laughs and opens up
Her purse to give enough for the week.

She didn't have to give but she did
It's just the kind of woman she is.
Love, she is love

Love is an action that she shows me often
Even when its not in her kisses.
Blessed with a Mom who puts herself after her children
It doesn't get much better than priceless.
Priceless

My Mom is my superhero
My Mom is my... World