Sally Fingerett

This is the song I meant to write when you were very small
This is the tune I had in mind, but you took off to crawl
I stopped short to catch you, had to pull you down from ledges
I followed close I hovered there, just to save you from sharp edges
These are the things that mothers do and I guess they always will

This is the song I meant to write when you turned seventeen
There were some words I had for you, but you were nowhere to be seen
You’d be dancing out on ledges, I was told to keep my distance
Then you grew up in spite of me, finding beauty, grace and brilliance
These are the things that young girls do, and I guess they always will

I knew this day would have to come
I’d have to let you go
I held you in my open hand
So you’d have room to grow
Someday you will do it too
It’s just what women do

Here I sit - I’m finally with the song I meant to write
Nothing standing in my way, no one needing me tonight
You’ve left home, I’m on my own - heart to heart we’re bound together
I know I did my best, you did the rest - it appears we raised each other
These are the things that women do, and I guess they always will

And I guess we always will

©2009 Sally Fingerett, Green Fingers Music, BMI