Mother Of You
We knocked down the old house
and moved away,
Found a new place,
where we could stay.
But some tiny remnants
stuck to our skin,
from an old cold wall.
Sometimes it feels
like we haven't moved at all.
And if it was down to anyone else
to be the mother of you,
they would be blessed,
so impressed,
by the things you can do.
To be the one you emerge through
is all that I can do,
to be the mother of you.
Your tiny little monster
Was finally set free
You threw him in the bin outside
You said he'd come from inside me
I carried him over
from an unhappier time
You used to hold him with care
As if you were saying a prayer.
And if it was down to anyone else
To be the mother of you,
They would be blessed
So impressed
By the things you can do
To be the one you emerge through
Is all that I can do
To be the mother of you.
There's a postcard in the living room
that hangs above the fire.
A woman praying over,
her sleeping child.
There's nothing between them,
but love and peace
There's a look on her face,
of amazing grace.