We sat on the couch, the three of us
You walked by with your bags; we made no fuss
Only one of us knew you were leaving for good
That would be mom; she stayed as strong as she could

It saddens me to know I never got to know you
We would have been friends, I know this is true
So similar, I’ve heard, in our humor and wit
To your love and your spirit I truly submit

The times I remember were well beyond belief
Your generosity and love overshadows my grief
The children in the neighborhood were always in awe
You treated them just like your own; in you there was no flaw

The last day that I saw you was the saddest of my life
To see you in such grave despair cut through me like a knife
You know that I still think of you; you’re around me all the time
We often talk on a different plane and that always makes me shine

 
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