My Mother's Pearls

My mother's pearls were her boys and girls
No other treasure had she.
Hands worn with care, I can still she her there.
Tired yet content as can be.

When we would say she'd be rich some day,
She'd glance as us tenderly,
For her boys and her girls were my mother's pearls
And our greatest treasure was she.

Grandpa use to sing this song to me on his ukulele as we came home from BYU. It showed how much he loved his mother. It was one thing that made me fall in love with him.