For years my heart has carried
A reflection of my past
I always see my Mother
She's in this looking glass

Wore her pretty dresses
Always felt divine
Mother always had a way
Of giving me sunshine

Every day I looked inside
Her wardrobe stored upstairs
Couldn't wait to dress all up
With the special clothes she'd wear

Oh my heart just fills me up
With love so tenderly
As I watch my baby girl
Repeat this naturally

All my frilly dresses and my hats
She wears with glee
Looking like the little child
That lives inside of me.

~ Francine ~© original 2000