My
Mommy
Composed
after Cindy’s passing by one of her children
My
Mommy fought to the very end.
My Mommy
always had a hand to lend.
My
Mommy said I’m not a quitter,
But in the
end she was not bitter.
My
Mommy’s middle age was 20 years old.
My Mommy
had a heart of solid gold.
My
Mommy was giving, nice and sweet,
But in the
end she finally got beat.
The
killer of my Mommy was not a gun.
In my Mommy’s
last days she had no fun.
For
the cancer still raged forth,
And now
my Mommy is up north.
My
Mommy always said we would be together,
And I’ll
believe that forever and ever.
