Comments about J.C. Clayton
My Loving Mother
My Loving Mother, when I touch your hands
I touch the hand so love;
With your hands you picked cherries through the
Blistering hot day,
To help support a family of five with only a little pay.
My Loving Mother, when I look into your eyes,
I feel the compassion from your heart;
My Loving Mother, my room that you enter,
In that room, love instantly becomes the biggest part.
Early in life when our brother had to depart,
You held us all together,
Again, it was the power of love in your heart;
My Loving Mother, you made us understand that