For Mom
The Hands That Raised Me
Sunday pancakes, two jobs she never complained about, and a note in every lunchbox until the last day of high school.
for Maria, from her daughter
The details behind it
- What she did
- Worked two jobs and still made Sunday pancakes, shaped like the first letter of our names.
- A detail only I know
- She left a note in my lunchbox every school day for twelve years.
- What I want her to hear
- That I noticed everything, even when I was too young to say thank you.
From the lyrics
Pancakes shaped like the letters of our names, a folded note in every lunch I ever ate — I was too young to say it then, but I noticed everything, Mama.
The sound
Soul ballad · Grateful, emotional · Female vocal · Slow tempo