under the table and dreaming

They say each child chooses their parents before they are conceived.

God gave me lists of mothers' names
and pictures of them, too...

I looked and looked and they all looked the same
until I saw you.

"Who is this woman?"
I asked the Lord,
"She looks quite nice to me."

He said, "You have chosen well, my child."
And he spoke these words to me:

"She is kind and gentle
and very wise,
and she will hold you close to her when you cry."

"Her eyes will shine
when you take your first step,
and she'll smile at your delight..."

"She will show her pride
when you succeed
and pick you up
when you fail."

"She will work hard
to give you the best she can
and she will rock you to sleep
with weary, time-worn hands."

"She will shelter you on stormy days
and dry your fears away,
she will bask with you in the sunshine
on sunny summer days.

"And when you are grown,
as you soon will be,
she'll still be there
to comfort thee."

"I choose her,"
I told the Lord,
for none like her
I've seen before."

Then the day came
when I was born
and I'd chosen well,
of this I'm sure.

I picked my mommy
above the rest,
and within her heart
my life is blessed.