Sometimes I think, when I do recall
All those precious days when I was small
I would grasp my mommy’s hand so tight
As we crossed the street without a light
We always walked close and side by side
Or shared the seat on a trolley ride.
We were such great pals she and I
While all of the years were passing by
And as those times seem to fly away
Appears we switched places on one day
It was she who took my hand to cross
And me who watched she did not get lost.
Those days are gone and I miss her much
And long for the warmth of her sweet touch
I wish I knew what I could have said
Before she passed and our friendship fled !