2002 - First Sunday Without Mom
Church was tough but I walked inside
And sat where we’d sat side by side.
The minister honored her with a prayer
And I was glad that I was there.
As I left the church I passed friends by
I didn’t want to break and cry.
Driving off was no relief
She used to sit in the other seat.
We’d go for breakfast and a chat
Same time, same place, I’ll sure miss that.
Biscuits and gravy piping hot
We talk and joke and laugh a lot.
They loved her there, like everywhere
Our angel with the silver hair.
You used to be in the other seat.
