Many years ago when we were very small
My Mum worked very hard looking after us all
My dad went to work I know he did his best
But my mum worked the hardest without any rest
Her day started early just before dawn
She would rise and put pots of hot water on
She would clean and she would scrub down on her knees
Cooking and cleaning every one to please
She stood at the sink most of her life
She was a good mother she was a good wife
She washed all our cloths in a big white sink
She would scrub and scrub to rid of the stink
Then in a big mangle she would squeeze and squeeze
To get out the water before they hung in the breeze
She didn't have much but we always got fed
Some how we always got jam and bread
Later that day she would bring out the iron
A heavy old thing that sat on the fire
She would be standing for hours and hours
When we came home from school she was working still
Sowing and mending her day was filled
Then dad came home to put up his feet
And of course he would moan if the house wasn't neat
Again she would boil more pots of the same
We had our baths before bedtime again
She told us we stories at night before bed
I bet she was tired but she never said
Now I am a mother and proud to say
But I will never be as good as my mother any day
Ive got machines for every thing
I can sit and watch the world go by
As my washing is done and even dried
My iron is light and full of steam in my
mums day it would have been a dream
I look at her now hair white as snow
Bent over with age were did her life go
A labour of love I hear you say
But it breaks my heart when I see her today
All these things she has now
But a love like hers money cant buy