Today is the day we begin to say good-bye forever,
Or so it would seem.
Tomorrow is the day that begins never,
Or so it would seem.
Missed are the days when she will hold our children,
Gone are the afternoons I wait for her calls,
Lost is the laughter that was always par,
Or so it would seem.
Today is the day we remember her forever,
Tomorrow is the day that we forget never,
Missed are the days when she can no longer get
up,
Gone are the afternoons where she toils
in loss,
Lost is the opportunity for her to cry,
Or so it would seem.
So today we begin to move on,
Or so it would seem.
Today is the day she runs forever,
Tomorrow is the day she sits never,
Missed now is nothing she desires to
do.
Today is the day.
