As life began, me cradle-penned;
this face of smiles became my friend.
When I was hungry or maybe cold,
in her arms she would hold.
I’d fall down and scrape a knee;
she’d be there to comfort me.
Through her eyes I learned the world,
my problems both large and small
became less heavy when she I’d call.
Time passed on, our roles reversed,
I cared for her as she had for me;
my best friend was leaving me.
Today she’s gone; my mother best,
now at peace, now at rest,
I raise my head to praise the Lord
and see someone at His right hand.
My smile grows wider as once again,
I’m looking up at my best friend.
