His hat on his head,
Pushed to the side,
A year exactly,
From the day that she died,
Widdowed husband,
Candles burn high,
In the resturant on a table alone,
He starts to cry,
The fun they had in the summer,
In the autumn and winter too,
Memories burn his soul even more,
Memories of what they used to do,
I know it's hard,
Even for me,
I miss my mother,
As does he.....
