Peering through the window now,
I think of our yesterdays.
I can see the kitchen table laid,
it was under there I played.
I can see you pottering all alone,
a smile upon your face.
Knowing that I’d soon be home,
to this very special place.
I can smell the distant memories,
cake and homemade jam.
Looking to my childhood home,
from where my life began.
If I travel the whole wide world,
or to other planets further.
You’ll always stand as home to me,
you’ll always be my mother.