You are in my thoughts every step of my way.
Although you are grown and far away,
I know when you're happy or having a bad day.
Just being your mom, I know your way.
I remember the days when Everton and you
Would gaze out our window, enjoying the view.
the nightly ritual, forever in my head
of a piggy-back ride, on your way to bed.
I wish, so often for a moment with you
Not sharing this time, with all, that you do.
Although, I understand and truly care;
I still wish to reach out, and just stroke your hair.
there are times, when I wish, for a hug, and a kiss;
perhaps I just need to tell you all this.

I wonder how she does it, holding it together the way she does.
It seems no matter how life gets out of place she puts it back the way it was.
It's always been a mystery, but I guess it must be true.
That there is nothing stronger than a mother's love when she uses Mother's Glue.

Now Mother's Glue is not a recipe, or that sticky stuff used in art.
But it's that special love that mothers use to keep your life from falling apart.
It's the way she is always there to listen so you know that everything will be okay.
It's that special bonding hug she gives you to help you make it through the day.
It's the way she is able to touch your face and hold the tears away.
It's the way she stays up all night with you to hold the fears away.

It's the way she makes the sacrifice because she'll do anything for you.
Because she knows you just wouldn't make it if she didn't use Mother's Glue
But, if you're still not sure then ask her, and I'll bet she'll just smile at you.
Because a mother never uses words, she just uses Mother's Glue.

A mask of plastic happiness often covers her sadness
Her beliefs hidden from most
Afraid of, but willing to face the unknown
Wondering where her place is in this life
She has come close to sharing herself
Never completely revealing anything to anyone
Feelings of invisible chains corner her
When she dreams, reality shatters before her very eyes
Accomplishments she strives for just at hands grasp
She feels lost sometimes, not yet finding her notch in this world
At times the glimmer in her calm eyes slowly disappears
But within her heart a silent flame burns her inside and out
She roams day by day, playing roles
Strength unknowingly resides in her
History repeats itself once again
The translucent veil she so proudly wears
Little by little answers will come, pushing it aside
One day there will be no more mask for her to wear
One day her beliefs will be known
One day she'll know her place in this life
One day she will share herself
ONE DAY this mask will be NO MORE