A song I wrote for my mum this mother's day. Still needs a little work, but I thought I'd share what it sounds like now 🙂

Lyrics:

Momma said, "Wave goodbye to Florida, hun, 
We’re moving to New York,"
I was four, walking through the empty house, 
Samantha on the porch, 
Lights were off, bag was packed, 
Momma’s hand was in my hand.

Don’t recall anything before that day,
Or anything between
The first day we stepped out of the minivan
On brand-new property,
In the woods, through the bridge,
Played in boxes from the fridge.

Mom has a collection of these memories,
A perfect recollection of who we met,
And when, we can’t remember what we got,
She’s captured every moment of the times that I forgot.

Momma said, "these will be the golden days,"
And we’d always ask why,
At eighteen, I’ve just begun to understand
She was always right,
Wish I had listened then,
In my mother’s loving hands.

Chorus

In a box underneath the bookshelves there
Are photos from the past,
Carefully pressed, baby dresses, little shoes,
Pictures when we laughed,
Labeled for each of us
Is a record of her love,

Chorus