Mother: if I could give you diamonds for each tear you cried for me. If I could give you sapphires for each truth you’ve helped me see. If I could give you rubies for the heartache that you’ve known. If I could give you pearls for the wisdom that you’ve shown. Then you’ll have a treasure, mother, that would mount up to the skies, that would almost match the sparkle in your kind and loving eyes. But I have no pearls, no diamonds, as I’m sure you’re well aware. So I’ll give you gifts more precious, my devotion, love and care.