I've tried to fill the hole up
With other family,
And I want to keep her memory alive,
So I started her family tree.

My search has brought me many kin
Who've helped to fill that hole;
But I realize now, there'll always be
An emptiness in my soul.

I guess that's just the way it is
With people and their mothers...
A special bond exists with them
That can't be matched by others.

How many times had I heard her say,
"Someday I won't be here..." ?
I thought I'd always have her, though,
Now all I have is tears.

I know she's with HER mother now,
That's not what makes me sad;
It's that I never asked her about our past,
Now, too late, I want to know so bad.