I wrote this song for my Mom:

THE LOCKET

She came wandering through the door
Reached a hand inside her pocket
There was something there
She wanted me to see
It was a picture of her Mom
That she keeps inside a locket
The same photograph she shows me everyday.

In the quiet afternoon
Over tea we shared the stories
From a world she knew before she came of age
Then sang and danced a tune
We recalled the says of glory
And the time before this confusion
And the rage

CHO; I know the end is closer very day
Memory and reason fade away
And I wonder does she know
Could she say my name today
Then I wonder does that matter anyway

Well years they can be kind
And the years they can be cruel
When the years spin by there are no guarantees
Now she's worn away by time
And the time has been cruel
When she looks at me I'm not sure who she sees
CHO

Now and then there glows a light
Now and then a shining moment
Now and then a memory lights my mother's face
And I hope her moments shine
And I wish here moments linger
And I pray these moments fill her days with grace
CHO