Red-oh, two-oh, uno, out-oh
Standing under that sunflower you helped to grow.
Trips in the truck, wind in my hair
A joke and a wink, the perfect pair.
Pushing that wheelchair, taking in the sun
Big toothy smile broadcasting your fun.
These are my memories I cherish of you.
Packed my bag to stay by your side
Had no idea it’d be the night you died.
These are my last memories of you.
Quoting scripture with faith so strong,
Praising Jesus at the end, song after song.
This is how I aspire to be like you.
Cold. Tears. Ringing phone.
Standing in the hallway, so alone.
Sitting at her bedside, looking so frail.
The stab through my heart, with every wail.
Joining together for one last hymn
These memories of you will never dim.
I’m honored to have these memories of you.
WhiskeyRae 