I was eating a bowl of Cherrios,
while looking out my window.
In my memory I see a couple of kids playing on the swing.
Wishing that could be me,
but what do I know?
That was a long time ago.
I wish you could of been there,
to see us three playing fair.
Mom misses you, you should've seen what she went through.
She was really messed up after you died,
all I heard was that every day she would cry.
I now know it was for the best.
Then mom saw you take your last breathe.
But then I knew,
God had taken you from this wretched world
We are now blessed.
On that day your soul went up, I thought I heard a voise say "Atlast!"
Dedicated to Kathy Wingfield/mom mom 7/13/99
also to my mother
Beloved Mother and grand-ma
Died from breast cancer