The day is green and flowers mark the dawn;
I feel her rising love; I feel her grace.
The warmth of dreams I’ve dreamed still linger on;
they linger like the smile upon her face.
And as she folds her hands around her child,
and sings to her and rocks her back to sleep,
I feel the dream upon which she has smiled
the dream of love and promises she’ll keep:
of bearing life in Spring, of love in Fall,
of giving of herself and giving more,
of softness and of strength surrounding all,
of home that welcomes love within its door.
My dream, a home upon which she has smiled,
with love for her, the Mother of my child.