Morning walk around the lake
Holding her Rosary in my hand
One she prayed with into glory
Christmas morning...mourning
We were there at her bedside
Where we prayed and we cried
It was a grace to see her face
Eyes closed, and headed home
She was chosen by the Father
To mother sons and daughters
Sharing her love to everyone
Today, she prayed with her son
I felt her as many times before
The times she held my hand
It was such a beautiful thing
Feeling the warmth of her hand
Walking and praying together
Contemplating her memory
She kept pace step by step
Hand in hand and the Rosary