For Debey

My mom, she tells a lot of lies, she never did before,
but from now until she dies, she'll tell a whole lot more.

Ask my mom how she is, and because she can't explain,
she will tell a little lie because she can't describe the pain.

Ask my mom how she is, she'll say, "I'm alright"
If that's the truth then tell me, why does she cry each night?

Ask my mom how she is, she seems to cope so well,
she doesn't have a choice, you see, nor the strength to yell.

Ask my mom how she is, "I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping",
For God's sake mom, just tell the truth, just say your heart is breaking.

She'll love me all her life, I loved her all of mine,
But if you ask her how she is, she'll lie and say she's fine.

I am here in heaven - I cannot hug from here,
If she lies to you, don't listen - hug her and hold her near.

On the day we meet again I'll smile and I'll be bold,
I'll say, "You're lucky, mom, to get in here with all the lies you told!"

- Author Unknown


In Loving Memory
PFC Gunnar Becker
January 22, 1985 - January 13, 2005