Memories of Mary
Oh how I miss the crunch of those potato chips
Seeing you every Sunday reading the comics
The day before you died and many more before that
You picked me up at the post office
Going home with you stopping to take pictures of the sunset
Once we would get home I would go with you to the garden
You showed me how to plant, and pick tomatoes, squash, and more
Taught me how to peel potatoes, swing, and ride a bike
Oh how I miss those days of us playing games and reading
I remember me sitting in the floor of your room, you on the computer
Me watching T.V, I would see an ad and write down the phone number
To this day if you look hard enough you could still find a list of numbers
Remembering those trips we took, Branson, Alaska, almost New York
You always told me we would go to Hawaii, guess God had another plan
You are gone now but will always live on in everybody’s heart
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