On a park bench she sat looking

At the trees that lined the hill

Trying hard to find the words

When she knows she never will

So she watched the sad leaves shimmer

All innocent and shy

As she caught the golden sunset

In the corner of the sky

And I sat there with her wondering

Though she did not know my name

If she could see me smiling

And love me just the same

And I thought I saw a glimmer

Of all the years gone by

As I caught the golden sunset

In the corner of her eye

She didn’t have to say it

Didn’t even have to try

‘Cause she said it for a lifetime

From the corner of her eye

Now she dances by my window

But I cannot let her in

Or recreate the feeling

Of her touch upon my skin

Still I see a ray come shining

From across a broken sky

Like that gleam of reassurance

From the corner of her eye

She didn’t have to say it

Didn’t even have to try

‘Cause she said it for a lifetime

From the corner of her eye

There is a place of total honesty and purity — a place where, in spite of dysfunction and the frailties of human nature, love and truth abound. It is a place where mothers keep all their hopes and dreams for their children hidden, and once in a while, you get to glimpse it there. This is the place where the glimpse comes from — from the corner of her eye. She can turn her head slightly and you can see it. It is a place of utter trust and assurance — where everything is alright, in spite of everything around us that isn’t.

I think all mothers have a place like this.

It is an all-knowing place — a place where there is no doubt or question. A place where God shines through.

It is a place of great strength and certainty — utter backbone — but it is also a soft, tender place. There is no fear in this place. Fear does not live here.

It is always there if you look hard enough, and if she knows you need it, she will show it to you. Because she keeps it for you there forever in the corner of her eye.