We go back a long way
To your little boy’s first cry
What I feel, words can’t say
But to you, I’ll no longer be saying hi
You left a few days ago
And for you, I’m happy
Though it came as a blow
Now, you’re not trapped in your body
But your chair is empty
And your photographs
I can hardly bear to see
Still, I can laugh
Because your spirit is free
And it's the end of your suffering
In the afterlife, I’m sure you’re happy
Even if over us, you’re still watching
You were a good mom
And I remember the milk was hot
On cold winter morns
You were the kindest alarm clock
We called you fatso
And took you for granted
Nicknamed you Bassallo
And used other silly terms of endearment
When you became too feeble
You still worried about our wellbeing
Your family, you always needed
So up there, I wonder how you’re doing.