My Mommy

My Mommy used to tuck me in every night
And kiss me on the head.
She would say Bon nuit..
as I lightly lay my head

My Mommy used play with me
And dress up all my dolls
She would say she wanted their hair..
as she brushed through them carefully

My Mommy used to pick daises in the field
And put them in a vase
She would say they were beautiful..
as they brightened up the spring day

But then my mommy got sick
And stayed in bed all day
She would cry sometimes..
as she laid there in pain

My Mommy had Breast cancer
And it quickly moved to worse
She would laugh and joke..
as if nothing was ever wrong

My Mommy lost all her nice brown hair
And she started wearing hats
She would say it was easier..
but that she wanted her long hair back

My Mommy soon got Bone cancer
And it could no longer be cured
She said that she loved me..
as she laid on the hospital bed

My Mommy died when I was eight
And I will never forget her
She said she loved me, and I loved her..
and that will be forever