My Mother's Hand
I'd know that writing anywhere
I've seen it all my life
You never miss the chance to send a card
For a birthday or a birth or an anniversary
It's your way of saying that I'm with you where you are
When I was just a kid
There would always be
A little note tucked in my lunch just for me
A message just to say
That you're with me through the day
Your way of saying that I'm really not so far
From your notebook on the counter
To collected recipes
That you copied from the pages
Of ladies' magazines
There's a certain recognition
Any child can understand
There's comfort in what's written
In my mother's hand
Today it is your birthday
It popped up on my screen
And I'm sorry I forgot to send a card
I've been so busy with the kids
And working in between
That keeping up with details has been hard
So I put the kettle on
To make a cup of tea
Closed my laptop and picked up my guitar
And I put it in a song
That I can sing for you
It's my way of saying that I'm with you where you are
And I know you look at Grandma's old letters
'Cause it brings you back to her
From your notebook on the counter
To collected recipes
That you copied from the pages
Of ladies' magazines
There's a certain recognition
Any child can understand
There's comfort in what's written
In my mother's hand
There's comfort in what's written
In my mother's hand
I've seen it all my life
You never miss the chance to send a card
For a birthday or a birth or an anniversary
It's your way of saying that I'm with you where you are
When I was just a kid
There would always be
A little note tucked in my lunch just for me
A message just to say
That you're with me through the day
Your way of saying that I'm really not so far
From your notebook on the counter
To collected recipes
That you copied from the pages
Of ladies' magazines
There's a certain recognition
Any child can understand
There's comfort in what's written
In my mother's hand
Today it is your birthday
It popped up on my screen
And I'm sorry I forgot to send a card
I've been so busy with the kids
And working in between
That keeping up with details has been hard
So I put the kettle on
To make a cup of tea
Closed my laptop and picked up my guitar
And I put it in a song
That I can sing for you
It's my way of saying that I'm with you where you are
And I know you look at Grandma's old letters
'Cause it brings you back to her
From your notebook on the counter
To collected recipes
That you copied from the pages
Of ladies' magazines
There's a certain recognition
Any child can understand
There's comfort in what's written
In my mother's hand
There's comfort in what's written
In my mother's hand
Credits
Writer(s): Jill Barber, Maia Davies
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