Moms, of course, as everyone knows,
pinch your cheeks and tickle your toes.
They \"ooh\" and \"aah\", you\'re one perfect star,
when all the time, what you really are
is a Freshman off to the dorm!
Then comes the day when you\'re late for the train,
off for the office, pressure and strain,
when in your head you hear the refrain:
\"Now, dear, get your boots on. It\'s going to rain.\"
The voice of someone who cares.
Last night my daughter sat down with me,
upset, distraught, as I could see.
\"I don\'t think I\'m smart like all the rest.
I try. I really do give it my best.
I do wish Grandma was here.\"
The road has been long. Not always straight.
Age has been kind, but the hour is late.
All the grandchildren gather around my bed.
I pinch their cheeks and pat their sweet heads,
like someone else used to do.
I\'m told there\'s a place we all go to meet.
I don\'t know where, or the name of that street,
but when I arrive and pass through the gate
she\'ll be waiting right there...it\'s never too late:
\"Did you brush your teeth today?\"
\"Yes, Mom. I did.\"