'Tis a dark and gloomy day,
The sky is dark a dismal gray.
As the wind chills me to the bone,
I hear the sound of a bagpipe drone.
Slowly we follow for this is the end,
Soon the casket will begin to descend.
Down deep in the ground it comes to rest,
With a hand full of dirt we give her our best.
Memories of mom are now all we possess,
Life must go on as our sorrows suppress.
Her pains are no longer for she is at rest,
Taken to Heaven for she has been blessed.
My brothers and I are lucky we had,
A mother like her along with our dad.
Life's a lesson that she taught us so well,
Right up till the day she bid us farewell.
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