(a mother who lost her child to CF)

    I hear your name the pain hits I remember your voice the pain hits I think how you died How you lived And I cry

    I want to remember Good times, the good Rainbows, not rain But it doesn’t come it doesn’t come

    Your life was too short though you packed it full too short Too filled with the horrors Not enough joy too short

    Many remember You live there forever No life now For any of us