I saw a lovely, little old lady today.
Hair, a familiar style of silver grey.
Sat in my car, watched her walk by.
My mind it wandered of, cloud high.

She turned slightly, her glasses I saw.
I looked hard at the clothes she wore.
Her movement, her walk, rang a bell.
Suddenly, a tear onto my cheek fell.

She took small steps, with aid of hand.
Another tear fell, onto my lap to land.
Through raindrops on my windscreen.
My Mum, that old lady could have been.

(miss my Mum so much)