That bright-eyed, curly redhead;

That hot-headed girl.

Playing jacks on the stoop

While humming a tune

O, how she has faded away

That dull-eyed white haired lass;

That mild old woman.

Sitting in her chair

While mumbling away.

Her memory filled brain,

It's emptying quite fast.

They sit and they wait for her to pass.

But for now, I know, I must

Prepare for the sorrow.

I must stay strong for my Aunt K.

Whose mother is, unfortunately, fading away.

The rest, they hunger for her possessions.

They desire to hear who inherits the house.

Still, though my Aunt and I pray

That my Grandmother will find peace one day.