Walking home under a strawberry sunset,
I just got the call
time’s not long for mom now,
I’m standing in the wash
of the first wave of grief.
What’ll I do without my mom
to hold and say ‘I love you’?
Have I said it enough
in this tough, tough world?
I’ll take a chance and believe I have
I pray I handle the gift of grief well,
I didn’t last time when Sheila died,
Neither did my mom,
I don’t think she ever recovered.
At least you’re going to her now, mom,
and all your family that died.
I guess this happens us all,
I guess I’ll see you on the other side.
take a piece of my heart with you,
it belongs to you,
release it like a blue butterfly
fluttering about the great beyond.