Holiday memories fill my heart today When gingerbread houses lined our kitchen tray She praised my crooked walls and candy roof Her gentle words were all the proof That my mother was kind
Found an old sweater in the closet deep inside Autumn leaves were falling, took me on a ride Back to simpler days when I was small Kitchen warm with cinnamon and all
Flour on my fingers, icing on my nose Standing on a step stool in my Sunday clothes Rolling out the dough with tiny hands Following her patient commands
Holiday memories fill my heart today When gingerbread houses lined our kitchen tray She praised my crooked walls and candy roof Her gentle words were all the proof That my mother was kind
Now I'm grown and living miles away from home Autumn breeze reminds me I'm not alone Her lessons live in everything I do In every batch of cookies too
Holiday memories make me smile and cry When gingerbread cookies crumbled, oh my Her laughter filled the room, no shame or blame Just joy in playing our sweet game Yes, my mother was kind
Holiday memories make me smile and cry When gingerbread cookies crumbled, oh my Her laughter filled the room, no shame or blame Just joy in playing our sweet game Yes, my mother was kind
At fourteen I was too cool to say The thank yous that I feel today Too stubborn and too proud to show How much I loved her so
Holiday memories, bittersweet and true I should have said"thank you" when I still had you Now every autumn brings this ache inside For all the gratitude I tried to hide Oh, my mother was kind
