Last I saw her she was out in her garden.
There's the sun up in the sky, right with mama underneath.
"Help me with my tulips, darling!"
She had such a smile.

That garden was a sight, but not even close to mama.
Her curls fell like golden raindrops,
and her eyes sparkled like diamonds.
She'd grab me up and tell me stories.

Well, I remember seeing kitty that day.
In the morning, but in the after noon,
I couldn't find kitty.
"Mama, where's kitty?"
but mama didn't answer.

She was busy, hanging something from the ceiling.
She wasn't very good at hanging things, she put the rope on herself.
The chair she was standing on must have fell or something,
so I propped it back up, waiting for her.
To come down.

Eventually kitty came back.
Mama didn't.