When she thinks of you,
She remembers all the good
Times they had together
No bad times only the good times.

She sees a small dot
Way up in the sky,
That used to be a
Flat eagle kite that you so,
Faithfully help her put together.

Next she sees the kitchen table.
On it lies the cards you taught her to
Play solitaire with, but the window was
Left open and blew them all away.

She's glad you came to church,
Where her Mom got the chance
To meet and marry you.

Since you died, her life is like the game
They played. Even Mom's not here.
When she needs help there is no one.