Alone in a
cold world,
hopeless with despair.
No one to hold you;
no one who cares.
The love of strangers
- a false and passing thing.
Never to stay;
only a subtle breeze.
No one to trust,
only pain and regret.
Forever longing
to retrace
childhood steps.
Oh!
How the sun shone
into a small
innocent life;
all the the world's troubles
banished
by a soft delicate smile.
And with that
wistful memory,
plain for all the world to see,
no one can compare
with the love
a mother can bring.
