A boy goes to his mother, standing up on a heap, she put her arm around his waist and this is what she sings, A mother's love a blessing, no matter where you roam, keep her while she's living, you'll miss her when she's gone, Love her as in childhood, To forbid old and grey, For you'll never miss your mother's love till she's lying beneath the clay. The text is written in a pink, stylized font against a black background. This graphic is intended for a sentimental tribute or a Mother's Day memorial post.
