Home is where the mother is,
with her makeup and her gowns,
and her moods and her frowns.
Home is where the mother cooks,
your favorite comfort food,
and takes care of the family brood.
Home is where the mother sings,
her native morning song,
and reminds you to hurry along.
Home is where the mother makes
The only soup you would eat,
Even in the summer heat.
Home is where your mother rests,
her peace gives you comfort too,
Your Mother is there for you.
If you have to travel far,
Or just think it in your head,
You wouldn’t have it any other way instead.