A Momma bakes the bread
And cleans the floors
She opens up all you doors
Wiping off your silly face
Those are the things that make her day
You never think she will say goodbye
Her soul leaving for the sky
You will need her then and pray it’s not real
But she will but gone unable to hear
The days will be spent wishing for the past
That she had not left you quite so fast
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
A Momma bakes the bread
And cleans the floors
She opens up all you doors
Wiping off your silly face
Those are the things that make her day
You never think she will say goodbye
Her soul leaving for the sky
You will need her then and pray it’s not real
But she will but gone unable to hear
The days will be spent wishing for the past
That she had not left you quite so fast
