Am I the child who sat on your lap,
While you rocked me and sang me to sleep?
The one you taught to read?
Am I the girl who sat at your desk
So that my penmanship was neat?
And my math was correct.?
Now I am the woman you left behind
Full of grace and holding your hand,
You went on before me
Left me here to carry on.
I am that child, that girl, that woman.