To My Mother Rip

We've had our differences, we've had our fights, Now you're gone, yet I’m doin alright. A month and ten days it'll be four years, I miss you mom, and I wish you were here. It was crazy times and a war, But I still wish you were here and we'd party at the bar. I think of you often and miss your voice, But it's not like we had any other choice. One day we shall meet again, And who knows... Maybe next time we could be friends. Love you. R.I.P. Teresa Marie Reese (8/13/1964-8/18/2009)