When I was a little girl and sometimes
on my own I could not stand,
I remember how I'd look to you and say,
"Mother, take my hand".
As I grew older and life was rough
and sometimes hard to understand,
I never had to wonder;
you were always there to take my hand.
As time marched on
like an hourglass with grains of sand,
When I faced life's hardest battles,
you were there to take my hand.

Now you're in your twilight years,
and sometimes on your own you cannot stand.
Once again I look to you and say,
"Mother, take my hand".
I am so blessed and grateful
to be your only daughter
and share that special bond
only a mother and daughter can.
I know the times are few
that I can still ask you to take my hand.
How greatly you are loved by your 2 children
and many great and grand.
But how precious to me are those times I can say,
"Mother, take my hand".