In memory of my mother who would have celebrated her 73rd birthday this weekend. But instead, taken at 33
Twas the last night in April when awoken by cries
When we knew of the truth by the tears in his eyes
My father stood trembling being held from each side
Without a word spoken we knew our mother had died
No words could you offer no words could make right
No time in this world could heal wounds from that night
The gift of morning is given now the first day in May
Blooming life springing forth from the suns golden ray
Outside there was laughter children heard as they play
But for three little children a mother taken away
No words could you offer no words could you say
No way to bring back and wash her cancer away
Tis now the fourth day in May nine years old I have found
But no birthday cake or a cheer would be sound
No presents to open or smiles around
Instead this young boy would lay his mother to ground
No words could you offer no words could you say
No way to feel happy on my special day
I remember the visits of her hospital plight
And always believing she'd be home before night
Understanding today why her hugs were so tight
She knew then at the time she would lose her brave fight
Never quite understanding never quite knowing why
Never given a chance to say a final goodbye
Twas the last night in April when awoken by cries
When we knew of the truth by the tears in his eyes
My father stood trembling being held from each side
Without a word spoken we knew our mother had died
No words could you offer no words could make right
No time in this world could heal wounds from that night
The gift of morning is given now the first day in May
Blooming life springing forth from the suns golden ray
Outside there was laughter children heard as they play
But for three little children a mother taken away
No words could you offer no words could you say
No way to bring back and wash her cancer away
Tis now the fourth day in May nine years old I have found
But no birthday cake or a cheer would be sound
No presents to open or smiles around
Instead this young boy would lay his mother to ground
No words could you offer no words could you say
No way to feel happy on my special day
I remember the visits of her hospital plight
And always believing she'd be home before night
Understanding today why her hugs were so tight
She knew then at the time she would lose her brave fight
Never quite understanding never quite knowing why
Never given a chance to say a final goodbye
