Some skills I possess were all because of her. Most hills I confess were climbed when she was here. With broken knuckles and bruises. With broken ribs and teases. Still, everything will I give to relive them with her.
She was the kindest, and one we held dearest. Came once with a heiress, but she wasn't earnest. Oh, my! Aren't they adorable! Oh, why! They're so honourable! Promised a home, broke my hope, crushed all my interests.
Whenever we thought of mother, mom Isa came to mind. Ever I thought of father, mom Isa she was mine. Truly, in the whole wide world, With her in hope I'd whirled. For someday, in one home two parents would be mine.
Two years and a half: afore I was adopted, Two years and a half, oh, she was incapacitated. Forever bound to a wheel chair. Oh, yes, that wasn't fair. But she had done us enough, so we adapted.
Though mom Isa my birth mom was she not, Entitled is she, my first with eternally unbreakable knot. Though now she's no more, And most are long gone. She was our miracle mom, first angel we got.