I was only about four,
that day so long ago.
When I was left alone,
and my tears began to flow.
They told me it was for the best,
and she's not in any pain.
I was to young to understand,
on that day so filled with rain.

They took me to my Grandma's house,
and left me there to stay.
Where did my mommy go?
Why did she go away?
Grandma explained the best she could,
when she looked into my eyes.
But every time she saw my face,
she would always begin to cry.

You look so much like her,
she would always say.
And then the tears would come,
and she would look away.
As time passed by, and I grew up,
I learned why she had cried.
She couldn't tell me mom had cancer,
and that is how she died.

I wish I could have known her more,
or even said good bye.
But when I think about her,
I look up to the sky.
She's given me so much,
I know she's not to blame.
I know her spirits in me,
her passing was a shame.