Mom and Dad, I Believe

Mom and Dad, I believe in you.
Everything you taught me I still hold.
I just want to sing for you what's always on my heart,
That I love you, and I want you to know, I believe.

The night is warm, the night is dark. I am eight.
I play outside, until my daddy calls, "Becky, don't be late!"
It's nine o'clock, time for bed, I had my Cheerios.
I run to him to tuck me in, and down the hall we go ... I believe.

Well, school is out and summer's here. I am twelve.
One day goes by, "Hey, Mom, I'm bored, take me somewhere!"
Child, you happiness does not depend on me.
If you want happiness you must make it be ... I believe.

Am College bound, I'm grown up now. I'm seventeen.
The hugs are quick, good-bye is hard, and I'm remembering ...
The times I let them down and pretended not to care.
And they just kept on reaching out and always being there ... oh, I believe.

The time has come, I'm on my own. I am twenty-one.
Lots of time to think about the blessing of my home.
So, I thank you Mom. And I thank you Dad, for helping me to be
The celebration of your love, the previous gift of me! Oh, I believe.

Mom and Dad, I believe in you.
Everything you taught me I still hold.
And I just want to sing for you what's always on my heart,
That I love you, and I want you to know, I believe.

Copyright © by Sister Rebecca Shinas

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