A Job Well Done

Under the eaves of my old rooftop, A mother bird begins her day. Back and forth with quiet purpose, Building love the simplest way. I see her shadow in the sunlight, Every trip a tender sign— A mother’s work keeps on unfolding, One small miracle at a time. Pre

Every twig, every feather, Every moment she gives… It’s the story of mothers, And the way that they live.

Oh, the love a mother gives, Lifts us up and helps us live. Safe and warm inside her nest, She gives her all, she gives her best. And when it’s time for us to fly, She lets us go into the sky. But we return when day is done— Mama, yours is a job well done.

Soon the tiny voices echo, Hungry hearts that call her near. One by one she feeds them gently, Every need, she’s always here. Watching close as they grow stronger, Guarding them from every fall— Even tired, she keeps going, Love the greatest gift of all. Pre

Every sunrise, every season, Every lesson she taught… All the strength, all the kindness, All the love that she brought.

Oh, the love a mother gives, Lifts us up and helps us live. Safe and warm inside her nest, She gives her all, she gives her best. And when it’s time for us to fly, She lets us go into the sky. But we return when day is done— Mama, yours is a job well done.

And when we look back on the years, We see her heart in every choice. Every hope she ever carried, Every whisper in her voice. And though we’ve grown and found our wings, We still come home, we still belong— To the woman who first taught us How to stand, how to be strong. Final

Oh, the love a mother gives, Lifts us up and helps us live. Safe and warm inside her nest, She gave her all, she gave her best. And though she taught us how to fly, We still return, and that’s why— We say when all is said and done, Mama… yours is a job well done.