On the wall of my home there's a picture,
Of someone who is very dear to me;
Each time I look upon her face her love now I recall,
I gaze up at the picture of my mother on the wall.
God knows it wasn't easy, the hard times that she had,
But through it all she made it with the love she got from Dad;
As I look back at my childhood there's so much that I recall,
I look up at the picture of my mother on the wall.
Yes, my mom sat by the window and she looked out o'er the bay,
Wonderin' where my father was out on Conception Bay;
She's the sweetest mom that ever was and her memory I recall,
I see my mother's smiling face in that picture on my wall.
Now, my mom raised seven children, five girls and two boys,
I was the last to come along, Mom's second baby boy;
Her days were never easy, and her burdens never small,
I'll never lose those memories while her picture's on my wall.
Now, that dreaded thing called cancer came callin' one sad day,
Mom went to be with Jesus in the Master's own bouquet;
She's a flower blooming brightly, and I'm sure she's growin' tall,
A rose in God's own garden sits in a picture on my wall.
Now, Mom, I can't forget you as I journey through this life,
You gave us all a happy home, as a mother and a wife;
And I hope this little tribute will be one that stands out tall,
All because I saw your smiling face in the picture on my wall.