For all the times you sang to me
The lullabies and hymns,
When you sat by the bed and waited
As the daylight faded dim.
The times I fell and skinned my knee
As I played in the heat of the day.
You bandaged me, and then you smiled
And kissed the pain away.
For all the hours you cleaned our house
And sneezed midst dirt and dust;
For cooking scrumptious dinners
With talent we could trust.
For taking time to read with me
The books that I loved best;
For playing dolls and house with me
When you really wanted rest.

